Xu Ping grabbed a chair to sit by the bed and started peeling an apple for him.
The sickly man kept his eyes on his elder son.
He was so skinny that he was practically all bone and the veins jutted out along his arm.
Eating and speaking had become extremely painful because of the cancer.
Despite this frail state, not a single hair was out of place on his head.
Xu Ping cut the apple into small pieces and placed them on a plate before helping him up.
The man took one piece, chewed it and swallowed it painstakingly.
After, he nodded at his son with a smile, meaning it was good.