"What exactly is wrong with Old Master Lopez's illness?"
In the Lopez family's resplendently luxurious hall, Old Master Lopez lay on a hospital bed.
The room was filled with Lopez family members and several well-known doctors.
"Doctor, I've seen you on TV, and you studied abroad. Can you save my father? Even if it's just for one more day!"
"Can you make our father regain consciousness? He is comatose right now, how are we supposed to handle the affairs of the Lopez family?"
"Right! What about handling that bitch Jennifer Lopez? We still don't have a resolution!"
The Lopez family members surrounded the doctors, visibly agitated.
An old man's death wasn't much of a loss, but how could such a vast estate as the Lopez's be divided?
"Everyone, quiet down!"
Jeffrey Lopez shouted with a stern face, "Father is in a coma, and yet you are here discussing how to divide the inheritance. Have you no humanity?"
