Chapter 931: Can’t Return (1)
He just wanted to be like his dad, a young master of the Duan Family, to eat, drink, and play every day without caring about anything else.
After listening for a while, Duan Xin could no longer bear it. As soon as the bell rang for the end of the first period, he greeted Wu Long to cover for him, borrowed a bicycle from a classmate, and left the school with his backpack in tow.
Duan Xin rode all the way to the central hospital before stopping. As he approached the corridor, he saw the old Duan patriarch walking towards him with a doctor. He immediately hid himself away. Only after the old patriarch entered the office did he carefully open the door of the ward and slip inside.
Perhaps it was luck, as usually, when Duan Xin came to see his uncle, it would be during his unconscious state, rarely catching a glimpse of him awake. But today, as soon as he entered the ward, he saw his uncle with his eyes wide open, seemingly in good spirits.
"Uncle," he exclaimed in surprise, walking up to the bedside.
Duan Qianyang looked at him from the bed. Chronically ill and bedridden, his face had turned a ghastly pale, his body was so thin it was almost without flesh, and even his green eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of haze, no longer shining as brilliantly as they had when Duan Xin was a child. It’s important to remember that he was once a famously handsome man throughout Beidu.
Duan Xin always felt a pang of distress seeing his uncle like this.
Though Duan Qianyang had been confined to his sickbed for years, his memory was as excellent as ever, not forgetting a face. Despite seeing his nephew only once a year, he recognized him instantly.