"I'm ready, what about you?" Wei Xuanming turned to his old friend and asked.
Mr. Li didn't speak.
"Since the little duck came back, I have realized more and more that my strength, dictatorship, and even my achievements are all shackles left to Wenjun and the others."
"I always feel that they are not doing well here, and they are not doing well there. But if I leave, will they really not be able to stand on their own? They will always stand up after groping."
Mr. Li gritted his teeth and interrupted: "Stop talking, it's obviously not here yet..."
"It's not the worst yet. But do we really have to wait until that time?" Wei Xuanming's words were still coherent, but his rales were already a bit loud.
"When I can't even open my eyes, can't move my hands, can't speak, can't recognize people, my brain is confused, I can't tell the difference between day and night, and I'm lying here hanging like a living corpse?"
"That would be such an undignified death." Wei Xuanming's voice lowered, and he couldn't help but cough twice.
The breath sprayed out, coating the oxygen mask with a layer of mist.
Mr. Li lowered his head and glanced at his arm exposed outside the quilt.
The needle holes on my upper arms turned blue and purple, which were the marks left by the painkilling injections.
"I'm ready too." His old friend finally spoke slowly.
Fifty-seven o'clock in the afternoon.
The little duck walked out of the elevator carrying his schoolbag.
My uncle has work to deal with today, so he will bring his aunt over later.
After a while, she can finish her homework next to her grandpa... The little duck thought about it, paused in his steps, and looked up blankly.
She heard chaotic footsteps.
The beeping of the machine penetrated her ears through the thin wall.
She poked her head into the ward: "Where is grandpa?"
Mr. Li stood firm while holding on to the wall, looked back at her, and said hoarsely: "Rescuing her."
After a long while, the duckling softly uttered one word: "Oh."
She took off her schoolbag and held it in her arms, came to the bench in the corridor and sat down and said, "Then I'll wait here for my uncle and aunt."
Mr. Li glanced at her in surprise.
The child is very calm.
Or maybe she doesn't quite understand what rescue is.
The little duck didn't have to wait long.
When Wei Wenqing and Wei Wenyi arrived, the doctor also came out. He pulled down his mask and said, "Want to see you for the last time?"
Wei Wenyi was stunned for a moment and asked his brother: "Are you meeting dad?"
Wei Wenqing was too lost to respond.
It was the little duck who grabbed their hands, raised his head and said to the doctor: "Well, we want to see grandpa."
"Come on, wear shoe covers, a mask and goggles. It's best not to shed tears and don't touch them randomly, it will cause pollution..." The doctor led the way.
The little duck walked through the cold road and came to the ICU.
"Is it really not possible?" she asked the doctor in a low voice.
The doctor sighed and nodded, having difficulty meeting the family's eyes. Especially for such an older child...it makes people feel even more sad when they see it.
The little duck nodded: "Okay."
She turned around and looked at the old man on the bed, leaned closer and said, "Mom and grandpa haven't seen each other for many years, and mom is hurt by dad again."
Wei Xuanming's eyelashes trembled, as if he wanted to smile.
But in the end the electrocardiogram turned into a first line.
He didn't say another word to them, but it seemed that he had said all that needed to be said in these days. There was a rare tenderness between father and son, father and daughter, and between grandfather and grandson.
"Bye bye, grandpa," said the little duck.
Wei Wenqing was still in a daze, and he and Wei Wenyi were led out of the door by the little duck.
There was a sound of closing the door, which made him jump, and then he shuddered and cried a little.
When Mr. Li saw them coming out, he knew that his old friend had finally reached the end of his life. His eyes turned red and he couldn't help but cover his face and cry.
In contrast, only the duckling actually didn't cry.
She also dug into her pocket and handed them papers.
Mr. Li took the paper and couldn't help but look at her twice. Then he pulled Wei Wenqing over and whispered: "Wenqing, your children, do you not understand what death means? Or do you think you are a child?" Are you so scared that you can’t even cry?”
When Wei Wenqing heard this, he stopped crying.
He quickly looked back at the little duck worriedly.
He knows that Xiaoya Yiyi is very strong. Is Xiaoya enduring it? Yes, it's a time like this. How can adults still let children take responsibility?
Wei Wenqing calmed down a little, walked back and hugged the duckling.
After holding the duckling, he went to see his sister again, fearing that she would be irritated.
Wei Wenyi raised his hand and knocked on his head, muttering: "Okay, it was fine before, why did it happen like this?"
Wei Wenqing wanted to take his sister's hand, but halfway through, he suddenly stopped.
Then he typed emotionally: "Dad's condition has been stable recently. Why has it suddenly deteriorated?"
Mr. Li wiped his tears and thought to himself, you are still asking.
He sighed: "That's what cancer is like. In the later stages, multiple organ failure suddenly occurs and the disease passes suddenly."
"Is that so?" Wei Wenyi suddenly turned around.
After all, she hasn't completely returned to her normal self.
He looked half-mad and half-awake, and the look in his eyes when he turned his head was actually a little scary.
Mr. Li was stunned for a moment, and then continued: "But there is something, I don't know if it matters?"
"What?" Wei Wenyi stared at him.
"Before your father was sent to rescue, he seemed to have received a video call from across the country. You can check the records for details."
When Wei Wenqing heard this, he immediately went to call Wei Wenjun.
"...I understand." Wei Wenjun listened to his brother's explanation on the other end of the phone.
He had no tears or anger.
He hung up the phone, then opened the drawer, took out a gun, and began to load the gun manually.
Got one.
He frowned.
He pressed the back of his hand firmly to control the trembling of his hand.
After pressing the button like this for half a minute, he continued to reload.
I don’t know how much time passed, but the bodyguard outside the office suddenly heard a loud noise.
"Second Young Master! What's wrong?" They hurriedly pushed the door open and saw Wei Wenjun falling to the ground.
Wei Wenjun held the corner of the table with one hand and used so much force that his veins bulged.
His voice was hoarse and he said without emotion: "Suddenly I forgot that I couldn't walk, so I fell."
The bodyguard rushed over and helped him up.
Wei Wenjun no longer felt resentful or unwilling to ask for help from others.
After he sat down, he said calmly: "Invite the directors to come to the conference room together."
"yes!"
The directors finally breathed a sigh of relief after receiving the news.
"It seems that video call worked."
"Originally, we are all veterans with seniority. Not to mention Director Wu and the others, Wei Wenjun has to call him uncle when he meets him. Why are the methods so harsh that everyone can't sleep well?"
They discussed and walked into the conference room, where Wei Wenjun was already seated.
"Let's get started." Wei Wenjun motioned for someone to start recording the meeting.
"Wait a minute, Second Young Master, aren't we missing Director Lin?"
"He's not coming."
"What's the meaning?"
"He's dead."
Everyone in the board of directors looked at each other and their expressions changed slightly: "This...where do you start talking about this?"
Wei Wenjun raised his face: "I'm afraid that the interrogation will not go well for a while, so I'll give you a demonstration of non-cooperation first."
At this time, everyone on the board of directors changed their faces and said anxiously: "Second Young Master, what do you want to do?"
"Is the group going to kill the donkey?"
"Did you send a killer to kill Director Lin?"
"This is too much! If your father were here, he would never allow you to do such a chilling thing!"
Wei Wenjun interrupted: "Yes, dad is gone. So let's talk about what did my dad say on the last phone call with you before he died?"
"Which one of you killed my father?"
Wei Wenjun's eyes glanced over them coldly.
Suddenly the conference room was silent.
They looked at him in disbelief.
died?
The old man is dead?
"No, something isn't right here..." Someone murmured, but they instantly realized that they were in the same situation as Wei Lin.
It's hard to tell the difference between people.
If I had known it was going to be a meeting like this, I would not be able to come, so I would run away with my bodyguards, and I would be furious and hire a killer to be Wei Wenjun!
But it was too late to regret.
"I allow you to report each other." Wei Wenjun's voice sounded again.
This is what I said...
Everyone looked at each other, and the atmosphere suddenly became extremely tense.
Outside the conference room, employees got a glimpse of what was going on inside through the glass.
"Why is it that the Second Young Master is confronting them alone?"
Still have the situation under control?
The lame man finally grew up and became extremely intimidating after his father left.
