Wolf's pupils constricted, he didn't say much.
"Hmm, can you wake him up?"
The director, being a professional, spoke with some difficulty.
"I'm afraid it's a bit troublesome, because his recovery needs to be controlled by medication. He now sleeps twenty hours a day. How about you come back tomorrow?"
"No problem, you go ahead, I'd like some alone time with Father."
The director left, and Wolf walked to Old Joel's bedside. The old man was sleeping peacefully, seemingly unaware of his arrival.
Wolf stared at Old Joel for a long time, an indescribable look in his eyes.
He had forgotten the last time he had watched his father for so long.
Extending his hand, he covered Old Joel's nose and mouth with his palm, waiting expressionlessly.
Deprived of fresh air, his cells lacking oxygen, Old Joel's heart began to pump blood faster and faster.
The desperate yearning for air before death allowed Old Joel's body to break free from the sedative, opening his eyes and gasping for breath.
