"Dad."
When Ji Ying saw this scene, her tears instantly breached their dams.
"Dad, I'm sorry for coming to see you so late," Ji Ying said with a choked voice, half-kneeling at the bedside, she asked tearfully, "Dad, where do you feel unwell? Let's go to the hospital, we'll go to the hospital right now."
In his pain, Ji Xinghua opened his eyes, but large beads of sweat had blurred his vision, he looked dimly at the person before his eyes, always thinking he was seeing things.
"Dad."
Ji Ying, in a state of panic and not knowing what to do, watched Ji Xinghua, her guilt and self-reproach reaching a peak.
Ji Xinghua managed to open the cloth at the corner of his mouth, his lips moved slightly.
"Yingying?" Ji Xinghua felt the pain in his body recede, he blinked and looked at the person in front of him, wondering if he was hallucinating from the pain.
"It's me, Dad, I'm sorry for being late," she said.
Ji Ying looked at Ji Xinghua with eyes full of concern.
