When Lin Tiangang heard Zhou Weiren's words, his expression turned extremely ugly.
The young man lying on the bed who was about to die was his grandson. He only had one grandson. If he died like this, wouldn't the Lin family be left with no descendants?
"In short, no matter what method you use, you have to save my grandson's life! Dean Zhou, please!" Lin Tiangang said to Zhou Weiren and the others again, his voice filled with pleading.
At this moment, the door to the intensive care unit opened again. A middle-aged couple appeared in front of them. The man was wearing a suit and had a dignified aura. It was obvious that he was a big boss. The woman looked to be in her thirties or forties, but time had left no traces on her.
"Zhengnan, you're finally here! Xiaojun is dying…"
