"My father..."

"Where is the doctor named Wenchou?" Song Yan interrupted He Qingyu's voice.

He Qingyu rubbed his eyes and whispered, “I contacted my father when he started hemoptysis, but for some reason I haven't been able to contact him. I also sent someone to look for him, but there is no result yet."

"When you said there was no better way, I was already ready to give up on conservative treatment. At least, my father could live a little more comfortably in the ...