Yun Hai quickly said, "Dad, the second son fell from a height, and even if he's saved, he may only be able to lie in bed for the rest of his life." After finishing, Yun Hai's breathing became heavier.
How could one accept such a thing?
The third son had nearly become a living dead before.
And now the second son had an accident too.
Yun Hai's father stumbled, and Yun Hai steadied him quickly, "Dad, are you alright?"
Yun Hai's father clung to Yun Hai tightly, "Take me to see him, to see him."
Yun Hai immediately helped his father to the hospital ward.
Actually, Yun Lei was still in danger. Falling from such a height and still being alive was like escaping death by a hair's breadth.
"Why hasn't he woken up yet?" Yun Hai's father said, his back hunching suddenly, looking much more haggard. It seemed as though he aged a dozen years all at once, with obvious white hair at his temples.
"He hasn't made it through the critical period yet," said Yun Hai in a low, hoarse voice.
