I glared at Sun Wenle, then gave the white porridge prepared for him to the old lady.

This idiot man, bullying even the sick elderly, doesn't deserve to eat at all.

Just as I finished comforting the old lady, Sun Wenle started acting up again.

"Wife, help me to the toilet, I want to smoke in the toilet!"

I was about to scold him when my dad chuckled and said, "Sure, I'll help."

He turned to the old lady and said, "Don't worry, I'll turn on the fan, guaranteeing there won't be any smoke."

I sighed, feeling helpless, and said, "Granny, he's dying, probably won't be able to smoke much longer, can't he..."

The old lady instantly understood and became more tolerant towards the dying man.

She looked at Sun Wenle with pity and waved her hand at him, "Go ahead, smoke a few if you want, just be happy."

Sun Wenle objected, looking serious, "I just have a stomach perforation, how could I die? You guys are the ones who might die, without family by your side, truly pitiful."

What a foul mouth.

My dad went on strike directly, anyway, a couple of days later wouldn't make much difference.

Just as Sun Wenle propped himself up, he lay back down.

He forced a smile, "Dad, please help me to the toilet! I'm really anxious without smoking."

My dad calmly replied, "You're almost dying, for your health's sake, you shouldn't smoke anymore in the future."

Sun Wenle was dumbfounded, standing there in a daze.