Bang!
The words were like bullets smashing into a glass piece, causing an eerie sound. This was exactly how Liao and Mingxia felt. He stood up, still doubting what the doctor had said and wanting to confirm if it was true.
His index finger slipped under the blanket, and a few distances away from his nostrils, Liao didn't perceive any sort of exhale or inhale from Fuchuan. He was breathless. His hand began to tremble in distress, and he stepped away, giving them room for the body to be taken to the mortuary.
"I want an autopsy result before the end of the week. It is not possible. He was healthy earlier this morning before going to work; how then did he become so critical?" Liao was not able to hold back his anger again. He let it out.
Mingxia, who stood beside him, could only console him. To her, losing her grandfather was not as hurtful as growing up without a mother; hence, she didn't see it as any sorrow, but rather a relief off her chest.
