Hua Muran neither heard nor asked about anything, merely gazing at her ailing father on the bed. His pallor was ashen, breaths faint, he appeared remarkably weak now.
"Doctor, how is my father doing?"
Hua Muran lifted her head, asking the question.
At that moment, although her heart was filled with immense anxiety, she had regained her composure.
Xiao Zheng witnessed this scene and couldn't help but nod in approval. This girl, to have reached where she was today, truly had exceptional ability. To maintain her composure under such circumstances.
"Family Head... please, restrain your grief."
The doctor let out a heavy sigh, speaking those words.
It meant there was no hope left to save him.
"What?" Hua Muran's face turned utterly pale upon hearing this, her ability to remain composed notwithstanding, it was almost too much to bear.
After all, the man on the sickbed was her dearest relative! Tears began to flood Hua Muran's eyes as she looked at her father lying there.
