"Old Master, President Wen should value Madam." The butler reassured Wen Zhanming.
Wen Zhanming snorted. "Hmph, he better know what he's doing, or he'll regret it in the end."
As he spoke, Wen Zhanming coughed a few times, and Uncle Zhang quickly handed him the medicine.
Wen Zhanming regained his composure. "I don't have many days left. I just hope that when I'm alive, I can see them well. That way, I can be at ease."
"Don't speak like that. You can live a long and healthy life. Let me help you inside," Uncle Zhang said, his eyes showing some signs of redness.
Wen Zhanming didn't respond and quickly walked towards the Wen family mansion.
He was well aware of his condition. Yu Anwan had saved his life during the surgery. However, it was still a major operation, and the root of the problem was affected.
Wen Zhanming wasn't sure how much longer he had. As he contemplated this, he sighed silently.
