Kill crazy! The real daughter rushed to rectify the rich family!

The car stopped in front of the hospital.

Perhaps the news had not been spread widely enough, as there were only a few media outlets with cameras at the bottom of the stairs.

When the headlights came towards them, several people turned around at the same time, and when they saw the extraordinary license plate clearly, they immediately rushed forward reflexively.

The car door opened and a pair of long legs stepped out.

Several shots captured the perfectly contoured yet expressionless face from every angle.

His clothes were still a little wet, and there was even some unbelievable cream on them. He reeked of alcohol when he walked over, and looked like he had just rushed from a party. This was immediately captured carefully by the cameras of various reporters.

But even so, this disheveled appearance did not affect the terrifying aura emanating from this person at all, causing the reporters who were originally preparing to surround him to hesitate, and by the time they reacted, the person had already walked away.

They hurriedly shouted and chased after him: "Master Wen! May I ask how is Mr. Wen doing? Is his life in danger?"

"It is rumored that the old man committed suicide? Why would he do that?"

"Is the old man extremely dissatisfied with tomorrow's shareholders' meeting and is deliberately obstructing it? What do you think of the old man's behavior?"

"Why is the old man so dissatisfied with your father? Are they really biological father and son? Or did you play a huge role in the middle?"

"Will tomorrow's shareholders' meeting be held on time? Or will it be postponed like last time?"

……

Wen Can, who had been ignoring the camera and the microphone and striding up the stairs, suddenly stopped in front of the door.

The breathless reporters were overjoyed and rushed forward, only to see the man turn his head and glance at the camera: "I don't know where the news came from, but grandpa didn't commit suicide."

"you……"

"My father got to the hospital before me. If you want to know whether they are father and son, I can get a paternity test for you. He has a good temper anyway. When grandpa is safe, he might come down to see you in person and explain the family tree of our Wen family to you."

The man's voice was slightly hoarse, but it was as chilling as ice, just like the look in his eyes that was looking down at him at that moment, which was calm but revealed a chill.

The reporters, who had not expected to be threatened and ridiculed in this way, were choked for a moment.

Wen Can then continued slowly: "As for the shareholders' meeting - it will be held as scheduled."

He buttoned his suit, turned and pushed the door open.

The security guard at the door immediately stepped forward and stopped the reporters outside.

The flash lights lit up everywhere, and outside, more media vehicles were pouring in.

·

Outside the emergency room, there was dead silence.

The bodyguards stood guard at the elevator entrance, corridor entrance and security door like an iron tower.

The entire corridor thus seemed cramped and depressing, and the medical staff who occasionally came and went walked in a hurry, not daring to breathe.

The elevator dinged and opened.

All the bodyguards turned their heads alertly, then turned their heads back when they saw who was coming.

The two people at the elevator entrance bowed slightly to Wen Can.

Wen Can strode out, his eyes swept across the "rescue in progress" sign with a red danger light on, and then fixed on the figure outside the operating room door.

His steps slowed.

In such dead silence, the sound of two people's footsteps was very obvious, but the man seemed to be deaf and had no reaction.

He sat in a chair, his suit ball at his side, wearing only a shirt, and his tie had long been loose, looking as if it had been pulled violently to become that shape.

He leaned against the wall with his shoulders slumped, like a wilted cabbage, and his expression looked foolish under the pale light.

Wen Can's eyes were focused on him.

Locking on and then zooming in, until everything else becomes a blur, leaving only his face, his expression, and his every gesture, carved into a lifelike portrait by his eyes.

What is under your feet is not a step forward, but an eternal freeze in a moment.

With every step he took forward, a living statue like this would take shape in his empty, dark heart and then come to rest with a thud.

Da da da--

The pair of leather shoes with some water stains stopped in front of the bench.

Boom, boom, boom——

When he stopped, the man's dead-dog-like expression had turned into countless ugly and dilapidated statues in his heart.

Wen Can looked down at the man and met his eyes.

With his back to the light, his eyes softened inch by inch, becoming gentle and full of worry, and also full of pain.

"dad."

He hadn't called that name for a long time, and he thought he would never call it that name again, but at this moment it came out of his mouth so naturally.

As nausea surged up in my body, there was also an indescribable sense of pleasure and relief.

It turns out it’s not that bad.

He thought lightly as he looked at him.

Just an objective fact.

Since everything is about to end, let's just treat it as a commemoration.

Remember that he was a father even so.

In memory of me even though I am a son.

To commemorate that even so, we are still a father and son connected by blood.

Use this memorial to bury his life.

"dad."

He frowned in worry, "Are you okay? How's Grandpa?"

Just like a lifelike silicone doll that had come into being, it took a while for Wen Rong's eyes to turn around, giving off a dull yet frightening, inhuman feeling.

And when his soul, which had wandered off to who knows where, returned to its place, this wrinkled man like a pickled cabbage gradually swelled up - swelled up by anger and hysterical madness, his face and eyes seemed to be swelling to the point of cracking, and his limbs and body wished to use every inch of skin and every joint to express and spew out his anger.

Under extreme emotions, even speaking becomes difficult.

He just raised his hands and hugged his head tightly, then his whole body bent up, curled up like a spring that was about to pop out in the next second, but he didn't pop out. Instead, he accumulated huge pressure, forcing out a hoarse, incoherent, weird sound from his internal organs and throat.

It was a roar but the pitch was not high enough.

It's not sad enough to say it's crying.

It was more like a distorted groan that came from being squeezed to the point of exploding.

“Ah…ah…uh…ahhh…ahhhh…”

This strange behavior attracted the attention of the bodyguards, but they then withdrew their gazes in horror and dared not move.

The air seemed to be pressing down on the ground.

Wen Can held his shoulder worriedly and asked repeatedly, but no one saw the curled corners of his mouth and the dark smile in his eyes.

"It's okay. Grandpa has always taken good care of his health and he rarely gets sick. He will be fine."

Wen Can patted Wen Rong's shoulder. Seeing that his condition was really bad, he could only ask the old housekeeper standing beside him: "How long have you been rescuing him?"

"It's been thirty minutes."

The old butler's legs were also trembling, and his hands were clasped in front of his chest as if praying.

Wen Can glanced at the sign, sat down on the chair opposite, and asked the housekeeper, "What's going on?"

·

"The old man has been sleeping late recently and often wakes up in the middle of the night. He always needs water. I am used to taking a look at him before he goes to bed and pouring him half a cup of warm water and placing it on the bedside. I did the same thing today. When I went in, I found a medicine bottle on the floor beside the bed. At this time, the old man could no longer be woken up..."

It's simple to say, and it's over in just a few words.

The old housekeeper's hands were shaking. "I called you first but the call didn't go through. Then I called my husband. He was in a meeting at the company. He rushed to the hospital immediately after receiving the call."

Ignore the blame and even resentment in the butler's tone.

Wen Can asked: "What did the doctor say?"

"The situation is very critical. If he had been brought in later, he would have been..." The old housekeeper choked up and couldn't continue. He said, "He's probably doing a gastric lavage now."

He looked at Wen Rong, who was bending over and holding his head motionlessly. The old man's voice was trembling with endless sighs: "Mr. is still very filial - I have never seen him lose his composure like this. Although the relationship between them has been tense recently, they either quarrel or have a cold war when they meet, but if something really happened, Mr. would be more anxious and distressed than anyone else."

Wen Can leaned back in his chair, looking tired, and the look he gave Wen Rong was almost contemptuous and disdainful.

"Yes." He said softly, "Between father and son, what they care about most is each other."

"I hope the old gentleman can be safe and sound." The old housekeeper made another prayer gesture, "I hope that after this, they can live in harmony and know how to cherish every day they are together."

The corners of Wen Can's mouth suddenly raised up to an almost invisible angle.

He moved his eyes upwards to stare at the sign, closed his eyes, lowered his head slightly, raised his hands devoutly and made the sign of the cross on his chest.

"Most definitely."

·

I don’t know if prayer worked.

After the sign finally went out, medical staff walked out briskly from the operating room door that opened.

They took off their masks and told the family that the operation was successful, but they still needed to be observed for 24 hours before they were completely out of danger.

Wen Rong, who had stood up suddenly the moment the operating room door opened, suddenly felt his legs go weak and he almost sat on the ground. He was supported by Wen Can and was able to stand up.

The old housekeeper was so moved that she almost cried. She stepped forward and wanted to support him: "Sir, when the old man wakes up and knows your concern, he will definitely be relieved and happy. There is nothing that cannot be let go between father and son. You must be well in the future."

I was supported all the way and was carried into the intensive care unit on a stretcher.

The doctor stopped them from following in.

After standing at the door for a while, the dazed Wen Rong gradually came to his senses.

The sound of a soft sniffle attracted him.

He turned his eyes to the left and saw the old butler who was wiping his eyes.

The words that had just been muffled in my ears like fog finally played back clearly.

"...When the old gentleman wakes up and knows your concern... he will be very relieved... Between father and son... everything will be fine in the future..."

Wen Rong's face was as hard as iron, and he was burned by flames from the inside.

He had a blank expression on his face, and he used his hands like pliers to violently pry the old butler's hands open one by one, and finally threw them away violently.

The huge force almost threw the old butler out.

The old man who was still wiping tears of emotion a second ago looked up in astonishment: "Sir?"

"It will be comforting... between father and son..."

The iron mask was melted and twisted bit by bit. Wen Rong stared at the old butler as if he wanted to eat him. It was as if he was looking through the old butler at the person he represented, the one who was still lying on the hospital bed and could not bear his anger. He approached step by step, his face becoming more and more ferocious: "Who is between him and his son? Who needs his comfort and happiness? Who said that I am really worried about him?"

"I'm telling you," he bit his teeth until they were almost bleeding, and the words squeezed out from between his teeth one by one, breaking into powder, "I'm not worried about him at all, I'm not afraid of his death at all!!! He will never be relieved for me, let alone be happy because of me!!!"

"Father and son? What is father and son? You tell me this guy who committed suicide the day before my shareholders' meeting! From a beast! How can he be a father and son with me?!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"