The house was quite rundown. It must have been built more than half a century ago.
They went through the front door and up the stairs. There was a bed placed next to the wall and an old man lying on it.
The old man was in his seventies. His face was emaciated and his eyes were tightly shut.
Tang Hao could sense that his qi flow was extremely weak. The old man only had moments to live.
According to Fangfang, Grandpa had late-stage cancer. It was too late for the doctors to do anything when he was diagnosed with it.
Grandpa had been a hard worker when he was younger, and his body was never in good health. The disease had caused him to be bedridden. Within a month, the cancerous cells had already spread throughout his body.
"Grandpa!" Ma Fangfang called out gently as she clutched the old man's hand.
The old man did not move.
Tears welled up in Ma Fangfang's eyes. She sat down at the bedside and started to sob quietly.
