"Hmm, don't worry, Mr. Guan…" Xu Fan nodded, comforted Mr. Guan for a moment, and then followed him into the ward.
"Mr. Guan, what brings you here?"
In the ward, a middle-aged couple saw Mr. Guan leading a group of people entering and immediately stood up.
"I came to see my old comrade-in-arms."
Mr. Guan forced a smile, walked to the bedside, and looked at the elderly man unconscious on the bed, shaking his head repeatedly, asking, "How is Old Liu doing now?"
"Not very well..."
The middle-aged couple replied somewhat disheartened.
Old Liu had just undergone surgery; otherwise, his complexion might have been even worse than it was now.
Mr. Guan looked at Old Liu on the bed, sighed, and said with a bitter smile, "Back in the day, if Old Liu hadn't taken a bullet for me, I wouldn't have survived till today. Don't worry, as long as I'm still breathing, I will definitely find a way to help you."
