Walking up to the hospital bed, Chen Yu said with a smile, "Old sir, you should have heard our conversation."
"You've been eating poisonous wild mountain mushrooms for decades. The toxins accumulated in your body have reached a very dangerous amount."
"Are you determined to completely quit it?"
Upon hearing this, Elder Zhao, who was lying on the bed, had a conflicted expression on his face.
"Dr. Chen, I can try, but I can't guarantee it."
"Father, you really can't eat anymore."
"I'm begging you, alright?" Zhao Jinquan said with tears streaming down his face.
"I can get you any delicacies you want, but you really can't eat wild mushrooms anymore."
"Son, I know you're a filial child, and I don't want to trouble you."
"But... but I really can't control myself."
Elder Zhao closed his eyes in pain.
When he was young, his family's conditions were very difficult.