Qi Zhiqiang lay in bed, inevitably carrying the stench of feces and urine.
He grinned. "Wang Yan, am I done for?"
"Dad, what nonsense are you talking about? You've still got a long time to live." Qi Weimin sounded displeased. "We have to live well. We still need to wait until we can hold our grandkids."
"I'm tired. I've suffered enough, and so have you all." Qi Zhiqiang said. "I've caused you plenty of trouble these past few years."
"Come on, Uncle-in-law, we're family. Don't talk like strangers. What trouble could there be? I'll prescribe another dose for you. It should make you more comfortable for the next few days."
The moment Wang Yan said that, everyone else fell silent...
Wang Yan patted the hand Qi Zhiqiang had wrapped around his, then got up and went outside to write his final prescription. But when Qi Weimin questioned him, he remained very cautious.
"Brother Weimin, I'll say the same thing: there's no telling. It could be these next few days, or it could be this month. If Uncle-in-law is blessed and lucky, he might even make it another year. I'm only half-trained myself—how could I be that precise? I'm just telling you the worst-case scenario so you can all prepare yourselves."
Qi Weimin said he understood. He knew Wang Yan was humble and low-key, always careful with his words. If he was talking like this now, his father likely would not make it past half a month.
"Alright, I understand." Qi Weimin punched Wang Yan in the chest. "These past few years..."
"Get lost." Wang Yan waved him off, cutting him short. "Hurry up and get the medicine, then brew it. I'm heading back. I'll talk to Brother Yicheng later and have them all come visit in the next couple of