Zhang Yang also walked over, and Mr. Xu looked at Zhang Yang pleadingly.
Then he said with great effort, "Zhang Yang... treat me!!!"
Mr. Xu could barely speak now, which evoked both sympathy and a sigh at how illness could strike like a mountain collapsing.
Anyone would feel despair in his place.
Zhang Yang understood what Mr. Xu meant but responded helplessly, "Saving your life was already the limit of my abilities. In your situation, the only option is to wait for a miracle. There's nothing else I can do."
Hearing this, Mr. Xu felt a sense of hopelessness.
A man who once commanded storms in his lifetime now found himself in such dire straits.
His gaze was suddenly filled with immense hatred.
"Eldest Young Master, don't let them off." Mr. Xu said to Eldest Young Master Xu.
The Eldest Young Master nodded, then arranged for people to take Mr. Xu to the hospital for recuperation.
Xu Guangzhi also interjected, "Let me handle Lin Fucheng."
