The Hai family rushed to the hospital. As expected, they found the old man, Hai Wentao, standing in his hospital room. His complexion was surprisingly good, almost flushed, and he seemed incredibly energized. The women in the family began to sob, "Dad..."
"This old man is still far from dead, stop your wailing." Hai Wentao snapped.
"Dad... Dad, why are you holding a shoe? Who left a shoe here?" When Hai Wentao's eldest son saw his father holding a shoe in his hand, he felt a pang of distress. His father, a man with a notorious obsession with cleanliness, was now clutching a random, smelly shoe. If he was not old and his brain was not as good as before, how could he do this!