"Of course, but not for too long, ten minutes," the attending physician said. "And don't be too noisy, as it will affect the patient's mood."
"Okay."
Shen Feiwan nodded hurriedly.
She quickly notified Lin Lanhe.
Lin Lanhe and Fu Zhengyang, along with Dick, rushed to the intensive care unit.
They changed into sterile gowns and entered.
Seeing Fu Shiyan up close, he had become so thin.
Thin to the point of being unrecognizable.
Lin Lanhe couldn't hold back, and tears just started to fall pitter-patter.
Dick seemed to notice Lin Lanhe's sorrow and quickly called out, "Grandma."
Lin Lanhe quickly controlled her tears and said, "Grandma is fine, it's okay."
At this moment, Shen Feiwan's tears were also swirling in her eyes, and she forced herself to swallow them back.
She just looked at Fu Shiyan, her heart aching unbearably.
She thought she was strong enough, but she couldn't bear it.
She held back, not allowing herself to collapse.
