He asked Aunt Li, the nanny on the side, to push him to his room.

Then he carefully got up and lay down on the bed.

His room has changed, it is no longer the third floor, the one where he and He Xiyan used to live.

In order to take care of him, his son Mo Ling had already moved all his things to a large room downstairs.

Afraid that he would be bored, Mo Ling also personally went to purchase a lot of books, all kinds of books.

At night.

As soon as Mo Ling came back from the company, he would accompany his father.

Because of his father's sudden illness, Mohs Company has a lot of problems, the stock has plummeted, and there have been a lot of actions from the top management.

Some projects have also been halted.

Although he graduated from a top university and has outstanding ability, the shareholders below are not convinced by him, believing that he lacks experience, and the company will only be worse under his leadership, and several directors are secretly doing things and want to reconvene the board of directors and elect a new president.

As soon as Mo Ling came back, he faced tremendous pressure.

But he didn't tell his father all this, he just told his father that everything was normal in the company, and told him not to worry and take care of his illness.

As for these situations in the company, he decided to deal with them himself.

"Did my dad eat today?" Mo Ling asked Aunt Li, who had just come out of her father's room.

Aunt Li sighed and shook her head, with that sorry expression on her face.

"I only drank a little bit of soup at noon." She replied, her eyes full of helplessness.

Mo Ling pursed his lips, something flashed quickly in his eyes, and there seemed to be some entanglement.

Immediately, he pushed open the door to his father's room.

Mo Yixuan was standing by the window at this time, and the light dragged his figure for a long time. He propped his hands on the windowsill and stared motionless at a road in the distance.

The road is very long, and there are cars passing by from time to time.

He just looked at the cars with a dull look in his eyes.

He hadn't become delirious, but he seemed to have become much more sluggish.

He knew that if he suddenly got such an illness, the company might change, but he didn't have the energy to think about it at this time.

Hearing footsteps coming from the door, he blinked his dark eyes, and he knew that it was his child who had returned.

"Dad......" Mo Ling brought a small bowl of soup bibimbap.

He put his rice bowl on the small table, then walked to the window and reached out to hold his father's arm.

"Dad, you eat something first, you will have no energy like this." Mo Ling could see the haggard on his father's face, as well as the loveless expression on his father's face.

Mo Yixuan's expression did not change, his eyes were still staring at the road.

Mo Ling didn't know what his father was looking at, so he patted his father on the shoulder again.

"Dad......" he shouted in a deep voice.

At this time, Mo Yixuan finally reacted a little, he slowly turned around, leaned his back against the window, and then shook his head at his son.

Tell Mo Ling that he is not hungry. No, it's that he doesn't want to eat, and eating anything is tasteless to him.

Mo Ling took a deep breath, his father's current appearance really made him extremely sad.

He could feel his father's mood right now.

He knew that his father could accept other even more serious diseases, but he couldn't accept that he couldn't take care of himself in this life, and he stuttered and couldn't speak clearly.

Now he only hopes that his father can cooperate with the treatment and recover soon.