The Charismatic Charlie Wade

Tece took Desmond and drove all the way to the Evans Family’s medical center.

This medical center not only has top experts from several departments, but it is even equipped with several ICU intensive care units, delivery rooms and operating rooms.

The hardware facilities here are even fully capable of handling the world’s most complex organ transplant operations.

At this moment, the Evans Family’s old man, Lord Evans, was lying in the largest ICU ward of the medical center.

His body is plugged with all kinds of equipment and tubes and his entire face is covered in an oxygen mask, relying on a ventilator to barely maintain his faint breath. His partner, Charlie’s grandmother, was sitting beside him, her hands constantly rubbing his right hand gently, tears already breaking.

A few doctors were at his side, but there was nothing more they could do now.

In their eyes, Lord Evan’s life is coming to an end, just like the wick that has burned the last drop of oil, the flame is so small that it is almost invisible, while still shrinking irregularly, it seems that it may go out at any time.

The only thing they can do is to wait for the complete extinction of the flame, not that they do not want to intervene but in this situation, even if the breathing rate is a little louder, it is possible to blow out the last flame, so the best way to deal with it is not to interfere with it and let it go to the embers wick in the last remaining oil.

The other children and grandchildren of the Evans Family are all staying in the lounge outside the ICU.

a combined sofa, in addition to a fairy-like, hair and beard white, thin old man who is sitting opposite them, one hand pinching hand seals and chanting something under his

in, everyone in the

rushed over with red eyes, grabbed Desmond’s arm and choked up, “Elder brother…

“Elder brother, Dad has been in a

you should go take a

a very firm tone, “Don’t be too

is nothing to him, he will definitely be able to pull

heads, but their expressions did

he was also a bit panicked, so he hurriedly said, “You guys

alone, pushed the door

tense, crying and said, “Desmond… Desmond… Your father he seems to be unable to last… Desmond… What should your mom

already a bit shaky and nearly tipped to one

his hands to hold her, forced to suppress the urge to cry out and choked,

needs a good rest, maybe he’ll wake up after