On this day, the old gentleman was carried onto the plane. Tang Yuxin and Director Zhu kept close, accompanied by several nurses, ready for any emergencies, and Tang Yuxin's prediction was spot on; although the gentleman hadn't woken up, his complexion and breathing were very good, and sometimes he would mutter a few words in a daze, seemingly scolding his son.
This also led Mr. Wang, who was almost fifty, to secretly hide in the restroom and wipe away tears.
Being able to hear his father's voice again in this lifetime was truly wonderful.
He had thought his old father was about to be laid to rest, and all he could do from then on was burn more paper money for him every Qingming Festival.
When they arrived directly at the airport, they were taken by a special car to Li Tang Village, and of course, they didn't alarm anyone. The old gentleman was here to recuperate, not to inspect work. The fewer people knew, the better and safer it was.
