"That's good."
Old Master Su's illness had just like that gotten better, and knowing that the medicine could alleviate cancer pain, he had felt a sigh of relief. He personally took the remaining medicine to see his critically ill old friend.
Zhao Guangyi, also Old Master Su's old friend, had been so ravaged by cancer that he was nothing but skin and bones, lying on the hospital bed, potentially passing away at any moment. His children and grandchildren had all rushed from different places to perform their filial duties by the old man's bedside, but the elderly man had mostly been in a coma, and the times he woke up were getting fewer and fewer.
