Lin Nianhe didn't speak for a while, and the light in Old Wu's eyes dimmed bit by bit.
"It's my fault, all my fault..."
He buried his face in his hands again, incessantly blaming himself.
Lin Nianhe came back to his senses, reached out, and put his hand on his shoulder, saying, "Brother-in-law, don't blame yourself right now. If you collapse at this time, what will Sister Manling do? Who will take care of her? Calm down first, a clear mind is what you need to think of a solution."
Old Wu did not reply but gasped for breath heavily.
Lin Nianhe pondered for a moment and said, "I'm not very familiar with hospitals, but I'll call my father later and ask around. For now, you should call Commander Shen and inform him of the situation, otherwise if you keep not returning, the battalion will start asking questions."
