A certain manor house.
Under a grapevine in the courtyard, an old man was puffing on a smoking pipe, coughing with each puff.
His personal bodyguard handed him a silk handkerchief and advised, "Old Chief, the doctor said your disease is not conducive to smoking, you better smoke less."
Ye Fan took it, slowly wiped the corner of his mouth, then looked again. A spot in the middle of the silk handkerchief had turned bright red.
Ye Fan couldn't help but sigh, "If I don't smoke now, I'm afraid I won't have the chance in the future."
The bodyguard behind him choked up at his words.
Ye Fan, only sixty years old, had caught a serious illness that current medical technology could not cure.
After a while, a young man walked in.
It was Tian Zhongqing from Tian Fu Police Station.
