Si Yao lived and ate in the manor all day, and his life seemed to slow down suddenly, and he had never been so leisurely.

Although he still has constant calls and relies on computers for remote operations and meetings, his workload is much less than before.

The old man had been in a deep sleep, occasionally waking up and chanting a few words, but it was obvious that he was not conscious, and then he fell into a deep sleep again.

After this state lasted for a day, in the middle of the night, he suddenly started vomiting blood.

Yuan Che barely closed his eyes and kept waiting in front of the bed. When the old man was in trouble, he would rush over for diagnosis and treatment. When nothing happened, he would immerse himself in the pile of ancient medical books.

Si Ting's quilt was gently pulled up. Si Yao looked at the lights in the study diagonally opposite and couldn't help feeling a little sad.

I have been in charge of my own half of my life. I thought I was omnipotent, but later I discovered that there are many things that I can't, can't do, and can't do.

Now in this situation, he also has a sense of powerlessness.

"Gudong!"

In the silent night, such a sound was particularly distinct, and he felt a thump in his heart, and subconsciously glanced at his son.

However, he saw that Si Ting's eyes had indeed opened, staring at him, with some confusion in his eyes.

Obviously, he was awakened and didn't know what happened.

Si Yao made a silent gesture on his lips, and said softly, "Dad, go out and have a look, you lie here and don't run around, understand?"

Si Ting nodded obediently, and grasped the corner of the quilt tightly with his little hands.

Si Yao immediately got up and walked out, only to see that the door of the study diagonally opposite was wide open, obviously Yuan Che had already run over first.

The old man has been in this state for the past two days, and when he wakes up from time to time, it is very painful.

He walked over quickly, and when he reached the old man's room, he saw a scene that surprised him.

The old man was half-sitting on the bed with his head hanging forward, obviously he was not fully awake yet, while Yuan Che was sitting opposite him, supporting him with one hand, and with the other��

"What are you doing?!" He was so shocked that he couldn't help shouting out.

"Don't come over!" Yuan Che shouted when he looked up and saw him.

His face was pale, his forehead was full of beads of sweat, but one hand was stretched out stubbornly, and a bloodstain was clearly drawn on the hand, which was pressed against the old man's wrist. Both wrists were scratched with knives, and the wound was completely So tightly stuck together.

"You... are crazy!" Si Yao couldn't help but growl.

Just as he was about to move forward, he heard Yuan Che yelling, "Don't come over!"

The voice was loud and urgent, coupled with what he was doing now, people were trembling a little.

Seeing his excitement, Si Yao stopped for a while, but did not move forward.

"But you do..."

Yuan Che gasped and said, "There is nothing we can do, there is really nothing we can do."

His words shocked Si Yao, and he subconsciously glanced at the old man. He looked over, even though he had experienced many storms, he was also shocked.

Many big bumps bulged up on the old man's body. The bumps were like small hills, and the wrinkled skin became tight.

He was originally old, his skin was loose, and he was thinner, so his skin was wrinkled, but now it was very tight and shiny. This state was a bit like Yuan Che's state when he had a seizure before, but it was different. JrNovels.com