Ji Chengzhi was really so angry he could kill someone. After preparing the IV, he found the vein on his wrist and jabbed it in harshly: "I just don't get it, you're so critically ill, why haven't you told her yet? Are you really going to wait until you're dead to tell her with a pile of ashes?"
With just one sentence, the man lying on the bed, whether because of the jab or the words, suddenly opened his eyes.
"What did you just say?"
"I said, when are you going to tell her? Your illness means you'll eventually have to have your eyes removed, or else you'll lose your life too, did you understand?"
Ji Chengzhi once again threw out his words, this time with a warning tone.
The man lying on the bed stopped speaking, his bloodshot eyes just looking up at the ceiling...
