Tristan frowned slightly. "I am trying to help him."
"Help?" The middle-aged man stepped forward to look at Tristan. "What is your position?"
Tristan shook his head. "I don't have a position."
Hearing this, he became furious, pointed at Dr. Hugo, and cursed, "Hugo! What kind of people do you feed in your hospital? A stupid boy with no position is not qualified to touch my Dad. Does he know who I am?"
Tristan shook his head. "I don't know who you are, but what I do know is that if you don't let me cure him, he will die."
"Bullshit!" The middle-aged man yelled, "Watch your mouth!"
"Am I wrong?" Tristan looked puzzled. "An old man with his vain breath and surging blood, still fought with someone, did he?"
"You..."
Just as the middle-aged man was about to start cursing, the old man on the hospital bed slowly opened his eyes.
"Cough... boy, you are smart."