At the hospital, Gu Shan had already been stabilized for several days. But his complexion remained as pale as bleached linen—utterly devoid of color. His lips were dry and cracked, the corners flaking painfully. Even after sipping some rice porridge, there wasn't the slightest hint of moisture returning to them.
He had never imagined that the dosage Lin Miao gave him would be that strong. Naively, he had assumed that—despite everything—she would still have a trace of filial sentiment. That perhaps, just perhaps, she would show a shred of restraint, considering he was her biological father.
He thought she merely wanted him to make a brief appearance at the hospital, to put on a show for appearances' sake. But what she gave him was potent—nearly lethal. Had he not been rushed to the hospital in time that day, he very likely would not have made it out alive.
