Sure, here's the translated text:
"The Chen Family is different from other families, it seems, they truly care about the old man's life or death. The Chen Family has a very upright family tradition," Song Xiaodong thought.
The old man lay motionless on the bed, his body full of various tubes, his small, withered body gasping for air, seemingly on the verge of passing away.
"Mr. Song, you've seen it too, I'm not asking for much, just for the old man to live another ten days or half a month, see his great-grandchildren, and leave peacefully. As his son, I would have fulfilled my filial duty."
Chen Lin looked at the old man, tears unexpectedly filled his eyes.
"Let everyone leave, I need to administer acupuncture."
"That's great, everyone leave, Mr. Song agreed to save our old man!" Chen Lin excitedly lost his composure.
Life span has its destiny; when that destiny comes, not even the King of Hell can escape, but if it hasn't arrived, Song Xiaodong can extend a breath.
