"Dad."
When Ji Ying saw this scene, her tears broke through like a dam.
"Dad, I'm sorry. I came to see you so late." Ji Ying choked out the words, half kneeling by the bedside. She sobbed as she asked, "Dad, where are you feeling unwell? Let's go to the hospital. We'll go to the hospital right now."
Ji Xinghua, in pain, opened his eyes. Big beads of sweat blocked his vision. He looked fuzzily at the person standing there, thinking he must be hallucinating.
"Dad."
Ji Ying anxiously and helplessly looked at Ji Xinghua. The guilt and self-blame in her heart had reached its peak.
Ji Xinghua pulled at the cloth by his mouth, moving his lips.
"Yingying?" Ji Xinghua felt that his body wasn't hurting so much anymore. He blinked at the person in front of him, almost thinking his pain had conjured up an illusion.
"It's me, Dad. I'm sorry, I came too late."
Ji Ying looked at Ji Xinghua, her eyes full of worry.
"Dad." Xu Qinghe was late too, but followed the voices into the room.
