Huo Jinnan's finger tapped on the lighter, "click-clack—," "click-clack—" several times as he looked towards Huo Bei.
Huo Bei spoke in a low voice, "The high fever hasn't subsided, it's still at 41°C. It has led to massive oxygen consumption in the body, causing brain hypoxia, and the necrosis and paralysis of part of the brain's neural network. This manifests physically as either idiocy or a vegetative state. The doctors have said it's an irreversible process and have advised the old master to prepare himself mentally. If the fever continues unabated, it could be life-threatening."
Huo Jinnan shook the lighter and watched the flame that leapt up, his gaze deep and dark, "What about the old master?"
Huo Bei looked at Huo Jinnan, "Sir, the old master has been at the hospital these past few days, exhausted to the point of collapsing several times."
Huo Jinbei closed his eyes, took a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and took a drag, his lips tightly pursed.
