"Jojo?! How did you get here?" Jojo's father thought he was hallucinating.
He was both shocked and delighted—his child had come to see him!
"I heard you were about to kick the bucket, so I came to see if you still had any breath left in you. Not bad, you can still delude yourself into wishful thinking. Looks like you're not on death's door just yet."
Jojo placed the fruits he'd bought on the nightstand and glanced at the man lying on the bed.
It had only been a few days since they'd last seen each other, but why did it feel like the obnoxious old man in the bed had aged so much in such a short time?
The man had become gaunt, with hollowed-out eyes.
"Jojo, don't talk to your dad like that. Your nephew had to take painkillers just to discuss business before," said his cousin, trying to ease the tension, worried that Jojo might upset the patient.
