Even in such a difficult environment.
He never thought of asking Chen Fang for help.
Thinking of this.
Chen Fang also felt a wave of guilt in his heart.
He pushed open the bedroom door.
And saw Ding Yuan lying on the bed.
Just as Ding Shenxing had said.
At just over sixty, his hair was already more than half white, his body had become very thin, as if he had completely changed into a different person.
Perhaps hearing the sound of the door opening.
The dying Ding Yuan turned his face.
As soon as he saw Chen Fang, he opened his mouth, stammering, struggling to sit up.
"Uncle Ding."
Chen Fang called out and quickly stepped forward to support his body.
After making him comfortably lean against the headboard.
Ding Yuan swung a slap towards Ding Shenxing standing beside him.
Unfortunately, his arm had no strength, the movement was very slow, and he couldn't reach his son at all.
