"My son is a fine hero because his father is a hero! Our kid is amazing, but isn't he still the one I fathered?"
Unabashed by his wife's jibe, Fang Gang chuckled and retorted gleefully.
Fang Gang had no idea that his current son was no longer the same as before; otherwise, he would still be paralyzed in bed, and the Fang Family would still be living in poverty.
After receiving a call from their son, Fang Gang and Yang Mei delegated their work to the medical staff at the clinic and stood at the entrance, gazing into the distance and patiently waiting for their son to return.
A few minutes later, a black sedan pulled up smoothly in front of "Fang's Traditional Chinese Medicine Clinic," and Fang Bai and Ghost Hand got out one after the other.
Seeing her son return, Yang Mei's face broke into a wide smile, but she paused for a moment when she noticed Ghost Hand, standing respectfully behind her son, and asked, "Fang Bai, is this your friend?"
