The courtyard at the entrance was paved with blue stones.
This was not a place of wealth and nobility, yet it showed such taste.
At this moment, however, Song Shuyao hurriedly led Ye Qingfeng across the stone path.
They reached the courtyard where Old Master Song was staying.
At this time, the old man lay on the bed in a small courtyard room, his complexion extremely pale.
Clutching his chest, he appeared to be in great discomfort.
Around him were many members of the Song Family.
Several doctors in white lab coats were also standing by, flustered and at a loss.
These, in fact, were well-known doctors in Jiangnan City.
"Are you all useless? If anything happens to my father, you'll all follow him to the grave!"
The one shouting was a middle-aged man, the old man's eldest son, named Song Yang.
At this moment, he was yelling at the doctors.
"Big brother, the more you act like this, the more nervous the doctors get. Are you actually hoping something happens to Dad?"
