The two old men who caught up with him were not so polite. They directly pulled at Mr. Xu's trouser legs.

"Old Zhao, Old Liang, what are you doing? Stop it. There are so many people here. Do you think I should save face?

Mr. Xu quickly held the hands of his two old friends.

"Okay, okay, then come here yourself and let me see what's wrong with you."

"I was still in a wheelchair, and you stood up without a word. You are so unkind, old comrade!"

Old man Liang Mancang complained that they had all been friends for many years.

The two of them were confined to wheelchairs early on, and they originally had a companion.

How could he accept that he was suddenly left alone?

"Alright, alright, you're already so old, why are you still acting like a child?"

"Since you want to know so much, I'll reluctantly show you."

Although Mr. Xu looked reluctant, if you looked closely at the corner of his mouth.

You can see that the corners of the old man's mouth are almost stretched to the back of his ears.

"Stop pretending, we don't know what kind of person you are."

Old man Liu Tieniu had a hot temper. He glared at Old Man Xu with disdain and said unhappily.

Old Master Xu smiled without saying anything, walked over to the chair, put his legs on it and rolled up his trouser legs.

The three old men immediately gathered around curiously and looked at Mr. Xu's calf covered with scars.

I reached out and touched it in disbelief. It was warm, and it was definitely a real leg.

Several of their spouses also gathered around curiously, as they all knew about Mr. Xu's situation.

I'm really curious how he stood up.

"Old Xu, tell me quickly, how did you do it?"

Old man Liang Mancang, sitting in a wheelchair, excitedly pulled old man Xu's arm. He really wanted to know how his old comrade stood up.

“Crash.”

Before Mr. Xu could say anything, the door of the ICU was pushed open.

The old doctor in green surgical gown walked out quickly and hurriedly found Mr. Zheng’s wife, Qiu Chunlan.

"Chunlan..."

When Qiu Chunlan saw Dr. Lu, her face turned pale and her hands began to tremble unconsciously.

"Old Lu, just say whatever you want to say."

Qiu Chunlan said with a trembling voice.

"We have tried our best, but Lao Zheng's condition is still getting worse."

"They're doing their best to rescue people inside, and it might happen at any moment..."

"Well, Chunlan, please sign it."

Dr. Lu's forehead was covered in sweat, and he reluctantly handed the critical illness notice to the old lady.