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However, what Ye Junqing was thinking about was the conversation he had had earlier with the doctor.

On the plane, he had shown the specialists her father’s medical records. They had told him that her father’s condition was critical. For a man whose body and organs were already severely damaged, not even a miracle worker could necessarily pull him back from death’s doorstep.

Ye Junqing was simply trying to comfort the anxious girl in his arms.

However, Ye Xingguang was indeed comforted. She nodded and said, “Thank you.”

“Do we need to be so formal with each other?” Ye Junqing looked down at the worry on her face, pulled her closer into his arms with a heartbroken look.

Watching this scene, Song Chuanqi felt somewhat comforted.

He had insisted on calling his son-in-law over without any particular reason, just wishing to meet the man and see if he was worthy of his daughter. Seeing how this man talked gently to his daughter, with all his attention on her, Song Chuanqi couldn’t find anything to pick with him. Ye Junqing passed the test for now.

Seeing her mother asleep, Ye Junqing said, “Get some rest too. I’ll keep watch over your father.”

“Let’s stay up together,” she insisted.

Ye Junqing didn’t force her to sleep, understanding that she probably wouldn’t be able to sleep even if he did.

Her mother opened her eyes, seemed to look at him for a moment, then closed her eyes again.

Song Chuanqi didn’t have much energy to evaluate his son-in-law anymore; not long afterward, he drifted back into sleep.

Finally, only the two of them sat silent in the tranquil ward, the only sounds were the occasional footsteps of the nurses in the corridor.

“Lean on me for a while.”

After sitting down, Ye Junqing guided her head to rest on his shoulder. Ye Xingguang leaned against him. It was a cozy, wordless intimacy. But she didn’t have the mood to ponder whether they were too close. She wanted to lean against him because it seemed like he could prop up her world for her, so that she wouldn’t collapse.

In the office of the doctors, several doctors were exchanging information, consulting each other, discussing before finally holding a conference.

However, the result was everyone shaking their heads.

Close to five in the morning, the doctor came to summon the family members to discuss the patient’s condition.

Ye Xingguang and Ye Junqing went out together and listened in the hallway as the doctor explained her father’s condition. She thought there would be a turning point, but the news that came after the meeting of the top renal experts was devastating, “I’m sorry, Mr. Ye, we can’t help him.”

Ye Xingguang covered her mouth, unable to accept the verdict.

Ye Junqing asked, “Can a kidney transplant save him?”

The doctor shook his head, “We can’t find a suitable donor kidney. Moreover, his condition can’t be solved with a kidney transplant. His heart, liver functions are all damaged due to renal failure. The patient has been persisting with dialysis for ten years and surviving eight years of end-stage renal disease is no small feat. I advise the patient’s family to prepare for the worst. If you don’t want him to pass away in the hospital, we suggest moving him back home. Otherwise, we would only be able to cremate him if he passes away here.”