His Adam's apple bobbed slightly. Song Feng raised his head and breathed heavily, taking a few seconds to steady himself before turning back to the hospital bed. His voice was gentle and patient. "What's wrong? Where does it hurt?"
"Nothing hurts..." Grandpa sat up slightly.
"I've told you countless times and you never listen. If you suffer now, there's no one who can take it for you." Song Feng's eyes were bloodshot. A suffocating pressure rose in his chest. He pulled a bank card from his pocket, his fingers trembling almost imperceptibly. "In this card is the money I've saved over the past two years—one hundred thousand yuan. It's not much, but I'm still young and I can earn more in the future."
Chapter 33