I wish you a long life and good health, and great merits.

"Master, my time is almost up. I need to watch over your body in the companion space. If there is anything urgent, please call me, but I will not help unless it is absolutely necessary, because my energy can only help you five times at most."

"Okay, I got it." Song Qingqing cut off the connection with the Void Mirror and tried not to disturb him.

After Song Qingqing integrated all the memories of the original owner, a wisp of the original owner's soul also completely merged with Song Qingqing, and Song Qingqing's feelings for Song Guoqiang became even stronger.

"At this point, Song Guoqiang has advanced lung cancer and is currently in hospital. He has 25 days left before he dies."

Song Qingqing frowned when she thought of how good Song Guoqiang was to the original owner and how Song Guoqiang was suffering from illness in the hospital.

"Song Guoqiang has no regrets, he has no regrets, he has no regrets for anyone, he is a good man who stands tall and proud. He shouldn't have ended up like this, dying an unhappy death and enduring pain every day."

"Last night the rain was sparse and the wind was strong, I couldn't sleep off the hangover..." The phone rang.

When Song Qingqing saw that it was a call from Song Guoqiang's attending physician, she picked up the phone immediately and asked, "Doctor Li, is there something wrong with my dad?"

"Miss Song, I'm sorry, there's nothing we can do for your father. You can pick him up from the hospital and see if there's anything he wants to do or eat. Try to satisfy the old man so he doesn't leave with regrets."

"understood."

Song Qingqing packed the bone soup and porridge that had been simmering for three hours, and then set off for the hospital.

Lung cancer is in the advanced stage, and I don’t know if I can cure it? Even if I can’t cure it, I will try my best to make Song Guoqiang leave the world happily.

When Song Qingqing came to the hospital and saw Song Guoqiang, who was in poor spirits and emaciated, her eyes somehow became moist.

Song Guoqiang knew that he had advanced lung cancer two months before the original owner's college entrance examination, but in order not to affect the original owner's college entrance examination, Song Guoqiang kept it a secret until the original owner finished the college entrance examination and then went to the hospital for treatment.

"Dad, I made you some bone soup that you like. Have some."

Song Guoqiang tried to put on a smile, "Dad doesn't have much appetite, so I won't drink anymore. Qingqing, Dad doesn't want to stay in the hospital anymore, Dad wants to go home. Dad wants to go back to his hometown to have a look. The peach tree there must be bearing fruit, and Dad wants to eat some. This old peach tree was specially planted by your grandparents, and the peaches are so sweet."

Song Qingqing's nose was sore, "Dad, I will pick you up from the hospital later, shall we go home?"

"Qingqing, don't be sad. Dad is already 60 years old. Birth, aging, illness and death are human nature."

"Dad, I can't bear to leave you." Song Qingqing put her fingers on Song Guoqiang's pulse and took his pulse.

Song Qingqing knew that Song Guoqiang's body had reached the end of its rope and could not be saved. Even if he was fed with a leaf of wall grass (a mortal could only use one leaf at most, and it would be ineffective after the antibodies were formed), the speed of healing could not catch up with the speed of destruction.

……

Song Qingqing personally pushed the wheelchair and took Song Guoqiang back home.

Song Qingqing carried Song Guoqiang to the bed and said, "Dad, call me if you need anything."

"Okay, Qingqing, Dad knows... Dad is dying, and you are the one that Dad is most worried about. Dad will explain our family's assets to you today, so that you won't be in a mess after Dad is gone."

"I know our family situation." I know it better than anyone else.

"You know roughly, but you don't know the details."

"We have ten apartments, nine of which we rent out and one of which we live in. You know where they are and how much each apartment costs each month, so I won't go into details.

Tomorrow I will ask a lawyer to transfer the properties under my name to yours. As for the houses, Dad doesn't want you to sell them unless it's absolutely necessary. The rent collected every month can ensure that you have no worries about food and clothing.

The KFC store at home has been opening more and more stores in recent years and has become less and less profitable. I transferred it out some time ago. You just need to go to school with peace of mind.

The family has about 6000 million in savings. Dad has 3000 million in a fixed deposit, which you can only withdraw after you turn 25. The remaining 3000 million is for you to use for your studies. Don’t be reluctant to spend it on food and drink.”

Song Qingqing was very moved by Song Guoqiang's love for his daughter. Since they were old enough to understand, the fence-sitters have always been self-reliant and self-reliant, adhering to the principle of survival of the fittest and fighting against nature. They do not have parents to protect them from the wind and rain.

"Dad, I know, thank you." The original owner didn't get the 3000 million fixed deposit in the previous life, and later it was taken over by Song Feiyan as her aunt.

"Qingqing, open the safe. The password is, take out the box inside."

Song Qingqing took out a wooden box that was 35 cm long, wide and high from the safe and placed it in front of Song Guoqiang.

"Open."

Song Qingqing opened the wooden box and found that it was a cabinet with five small drawers. Song Qingqing opened them one by one, revealing the contents.

Two bracelets, one imperial green and one violet.

There are four imperial green pendants, namely Buddha, Bodhisattva, White Tiger and Phoenix.

Two sapphires as big as pigeon eggs.

5 beautifully crafted small yellow croakers, grams each.

"These are what your grandfather left behind. The inferior items were exchanged for money one after another, leaving only these exquisite ones. These are kept for you as a dowry."

"Thank you, Dad. I'll keep them safe."

"Qingqing, Dad has something to tell you. If Dad could live a few more years, Dad would not tell you that Dad is actually your uncle..." Song Guoqiang roughly told Song Qingqing what happened before she was two years old.

"I know that after Song Feiyan found out that my family was rich, she came to me. It was probably when I was 12 years old."

Unfortunately, the original owner always believed Song Feiyan's words. She had no choice but to do so. The original owner agreed to it in person, but immediately forgot what Song Guoqiang said.

"No wonder you were so awkward during that time, always hiding from Dad. Dad thought you were just going through your rebellious teenage years."

"I'm sorry for making Dad sad at that time. In my heart, Dad will always be my dad, and no one is more important than you."

"Qingqing, Dad is very happy that you said that. Your mother... Song Feiyan is an egoist. You have no legal relationship with her now. You don't have to pay attention to her. Just live your own life..."

"Dad, I understand. She is only my aunt in name. I only know that my last name is Song. I will always be named Song. I am your daughter. You are the one who raised me up, acting like both a father and a mother to me."

In his previous life, Song Guoqiang had considered everything for the original owner, but unfortunately, the good life was ruined by the original owner, this fool, just for the illusory maternal love.

A rich lady who has plenty of money adopts you out and never looks at you. Where does the motherly love come from? You can figure it out with your toes.

Alas, if Old Lady Song could live a few more years, perhaps the original owner would not be so eager for maternal love.

People are always in a turmoil over what they can't get. Is it so difficult to admit that your biological parents don't love you? Isn't the love of your adoptive father love? Isn't your own love love? If you don't cherish what you have and insist on what you don't have, you are hurting others and yourself.

After Song Qingqing returned to the room, she put the wooden box into the space.

Song Qingqing sat on the bed, thinking about Song Guoqiang's treatment plan in her mind, thinking and changing it again and again.