Lin Fan looked at Ma Dajiang, who was lying on the old bed. His face was pale, his hair was sparse, and there was a trickle of blood at the corner of his mouth. He could not help but think of his father, Lin Tao, when he had to lie on the hospital bed. His heart ached slightly.
Then, he glared fiercely at Ma Zhong.
Obviously, he was blaming him for not telling him earlier.
Ma Zhong lowered his head in shame.
"Dajiang, this is Lil Zhong's classmate, Lin Fan."
"So, it's Lil Zhong's classmate. Quick... Hurry up and sit... Cough, cough, cough." Ma Dajiang was halfway through his sentence when he started coughing violently again.
Lin Fan said, "Uncle, rest well."
Then, he carefully observed Ma Dajiang.
Very quickly, Lin Fan came to the conclusion that it was indeed late-stage lung cancer.
