Time ticked by second by second, and the waiting outside the emergency room was excruciating.
The old man was not seriously harmed, just emotionally agitated, with elevated blood pressure and an irregular heartbeat.
Once he woke up, he insisted on standing guard outside the emergency room.
Both Nanxing, and his unborn great-grandchild, were children cherished deeply in his heart.
He couldn't bear the thought of anything happening to either of them.
Lu Tingzhou squatted beside his wheelchair and tried to persuade him, "Dad, go lie down in bed. I'll be the first to tell you if there's any news about Xingxing."
The old man, lacking energy, barely managed to look at Lu Tingzhou with drooping eyes. "Son, all these years, I've never asked anything special of you. Making you marry Lin Xuan was the biggest regret of my life."
