The person across from him sat in a wheelchair, his figure thin and his face pale from prolonged illness. His eyes, looking at the healthy-bodied Li Hanzhou, were filled with coldness and jealousy.
Upon closer look, there was also a hint of deep envy.
A bitter resentment surged in his heart, and he covered his mouth with a cloth, unable to stop coughing.
"Cough, cough, cough..."
It seemed as if he was about to cough up his lungs.
Seeing this, the person behind him quickly handed him some medicine to calm his emotions, "Boss, your medicine."
The emaciated man took the medicine handed over by his subordinate, moved the cloth away, and one could vaguely see specks of blood on it.
Clearly, his illness had reached a critical stage.
