She meant to comfort him, yet she couldn't even console herself.
Her tears, all of them, fell onto Lu Jianshen's clothes.
Perhaps there were too many tears, soon they soaked the bandage, staining his wound.
The wound on Lu Jianshen's back quickly bled through red, as blood seeped through the white shirt.
But no one had the time to care.
No one remembered how long they waited until the "emergency room" light went out, and the doctor came out.
Everyone rushed forward quickly.
Lu Jianshen was the first to speak, "Doctor, how is my grandfather?"
The usually calm and composed him, now his voice was all trembling.
Nan Xi's eyes were red, almost afraid to hear the answer the doctor would give.
Yet, the most cruel moment arrived nonetheless.
The doctor took off his mask, his face grave as he looked at them, and finally spoke, "I'm sorry, President Lu, we've done all we could, please say your goodbyes to the old master!"
