Early in the morning, Oliver Johnson had everything arranged, transferring Christopher Smith to the best hospital in Eastern City and using his connections to find the best medical team.
Sophie Smith sat by the bedside, looking utterly haggard.
She hated herself immensely, wondering why she let her father become like this.
Christopher Smith lay on the bed, as thin as a stick, his temples grayed, and forehead lined with wrinkles of varying depth. He wasn't even fifty, yet he looked like an old man.
"Dad, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. You have to get better..." She gripped Christopher Smith's hands tightly, tears uncontrollably streaming from the corners of her eyes.
A pair of large hands landed on her shoulders. She looked up to meet Oliver Johnson's worried gaze.
"The Chief Doctor is coming over to do a comprehensive examination on your dad. This is the best hospital with the best doctors. Don't worry too much."
