"Mister Mo, I beg you, please save my grandfather."
Gui Ruyun's voice carried a slight tear, as she and her grandfather had depended on each other for over twenty years. Without her grandfather, she really didn't know what she would do.
At the moment, Gui Nongsang's complexion was as pale as snow, devoid of any trace of color on his face. He weakly lifted his hand, wanting to speak, but couldn't muster the breath to do so.
Elder Tang Guowei and Elder Gui, the renowned physician, had met several times in Feng City and were acquainted with each other. Hesitating for a moment, he started to speak, "Brother Mo..."
Before he could finish, Mo Han had already rushed forward to carefully help Elder Gui Nongsang to his feet.
He placed his hand on the elder's wrist, felt the pulse for a moment – it was undulating and weak, as thin as hanging thread.
