The car was parked outside the hospital.

The bodyguards lined up, and Yan Songyuan was still supported by the housekeeper as he entered the hospital.

When he arrived at the entrance of the intensive care unit, Yan Songyuan obtained the right to visit, and the nurse led him in, but it only lasted ten minutes.

Yan Jia had just undergone a craniotomy and was lying quietly with a thick white gauze wrapped around his head.

Yan Songyuan hasn't seen Yan Jia for a long time. Last time, the father and son had a big quarrel, or rather... they would have a fierce quarrel every time they talked, never exception.

They don't look like father and son, they are clearly enemies.

He often told others that Yan Jia came to collect debts, took away the life of his beloved woman, and came to torture him for half his life.

But now this little debt collector has not yet taken his life, but he is lying here, his life or death uncertain.

Yan Songyuan looked at his little son through the protective clothing. This was the woman he loved in exchange for her own life. He was the child his lover desperately protected. How could he, a father... hate him?

It penetrates into the bones.

Yan Jia's face on the hospital bed was haggard, his eye sockets were sunken, and he was so thin that he couldn't see clearly. Even Yan Songyuan almost couldn't recognize his son.

There is still the arrogant and domineering son who glares at him. He is obviously a dying patient and will pass away from this world at any time.

This thought existed in Yan Songyuan's mind for a few seconds, and his mind went blank. No...he could not lose this son, his only relative, again.

Yan Songyuan lost control of his emotions and burst into tears. Just when he was about to throw himself on the hospital bed, the nurse grabbed him!

"Sir, the time has come."

Yan Songyuan refused to leave and desperately wanted to stay here, but several nurses pulled him away and pulled him out of the intensive care unit.

As soon as he got outside, Yan Songyuan fell to the ground and cried loudly, not paying attention to anyone's eyes.

He cried uncontrollably, just like that day many, many years ago when he lost his beloved wife.

No one dared to persuade Yan Songyuan. Only the housekeeper sighed softly and took his arm: "Chairman, the doctor said it's fine. The second young master is fine."

"You lied to me... You even started to lie to me..." Yan Songyuan's voice was choked with sobs, "He will not come back... Even if he is rescued, he will lie in the hospital like A Feng did back then until his life is exhausted...

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No one can deceive him. He has been in the shopping mall for many years and has never seen what kind of world he is. He shot himself and the bullet passed through his head. He narrowly escaped death. Even if he was rescued, he would only become a vegetative state.

This little son will never quarrel with him again, never call him "old man" arrogantly, never stand in front of him again.

They had been quarreling for thirty years, quarreling, yelling, and cursing each other like enemies. He even thought about whether this little son would not even come to see him on the day he died, but he never thought that something would happen to Yan Jia.

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How could he hate this little son? How could he hate him? He just always thought of his deceased wife when he saw Yan Jia. Those memories were so painful that even the slightest touch would hurt him. His heart felt like it had been gouged out with a knife.

Drenched with blood.

He was the only one left in the huge Yan family.

When there is only pain and sorrow for the rest of his life, how should he, an old man over fifty, live the rest of his life?

Yan Songyuan fell to the ground, wailing like a child.
Chapter completed!