"Grandpa, don't worry, I can take care of myself. But you should be more careful next time. Look at how you fell."

"You fell and got yourself sick. I recovered, but you're lying in the hospital again." Song Wenjing was sitting on a chair peeling an apple, talking to himself all the time.

It was as if he couldn't stop talking. "You are just too worried. Your children and grandchildren will have their own blessings. If they want to make trouble, just let them make trouble."

"Anyway, they're all just a bunch of cocky guys, huh! They're not as good as me? A bunch of ungrateful guys who don't know how to be grateful."

"If my sons and grandchildren become like this in the future, I will donate all my property rather than give it to them."

"Everyone is so arrogant that they didn't even visit the elderly when they were sick..."

At least...at least you can pretend!

This can also give the old man some comfort in his heart, but everyone is blinded by interests and only knows how to plunder.

The old man on the bed looked at his grandson kindly, neither nodding nor shaking his head, and slowly fell asleep in the voice of his grandson.

As Song Wenjing was talking, he wanted to beat up that group of people. He looked up and saw that his grandfather had closed his eyes, so he could only shut his mouth.

He woke up half a year ago. After completing his mission, the hospital received a donated heart that happened to match his.

After the heart transplant, he slowly woke up and his memory returned.

After he woke up, his parents came to see him once and said that there was no room left in the house, so they gave him some money to buy a house.

Ask him to be more understanding. After all, his younger brother is taking the high school entrance exam and he cannot be disturbed.

Song Wenjing was also quite happy about it. After all, he wouldn't stay in this world for long, and everyone would forget him after he left.

Since there is no emotion, there is no need to desire.

The moment he agreed, he saw shock flash in his parents' eyes, as if this was not the answer they wanted most.

He successfully got scolded for being unfilial and not understanding his parents.

This world can be regarded as the first world, and its purpose is to make this journey more realistic.

I thought I would return home after it was over, but I didn’t expect to come into this world.

He really couldn't bear to leave his grandfather. From childhood to adulthood, his grandfather was the only one who treated him well. Whenever he had time, he would come to the hospital to see him.

Talk about the outside world, read a storybook to lull yourself to sleep, and comfort yourself that your illness will get better.

Grandpa's health can't hold on for a few months, so he can leave after grandpa passes away.

I don’t know if An An has come ╮(╯_╰)╭.

There was a noisy sound between doctors and patients outside the hospital. The old man on the bed frowned and looked very uneasy.

Song Wenjing opened the door and saw a lot of people in the corridor, it was crowded and many medical staff were being scolded and pushed and pulled by some people.

"Wow, my son, my poor son. It's because of your lack of academic ability that my son died at such a young age."

"You must pay for my son's life, pay for his life..."

The doctor struggled to explain, "The patient was already dead when he was brought here. Please accept my condolences!"

He also wanted to curse, but now his identity is a doctor and he can only do his best to comfort the patients and their subordinates.

The patient accidentally fell into the sea due to drinking and driving.

Song Wenjing looked at the patient's family, his pupils changing as he murmured, "Leave here... Your son died before he even got to the hospital because you took too long."

"Go, find your son and confess your sins to him..."

The woman who was making the most noise was suddenly startled, guilt and powerlessness flooded her body, and she broke down crying, "Wow, it's all my fault, it's all my fault..."

After saying that, he stumbled through the crowd and ran home. The others also slowly left, and it was finally quiet.

The crowd dispersed and he saw the familiar figure.

Yian...

3 months later…

Song Wenjing and Yi'an went to see the old man hand in hand with a bouquet of flowers. Song Wenjing arranged the flowers and looked at the familiar old man on the tombstone.

I felt like crying and said a lot of words in a halting manner.

Yi An: "Brother Jing, after reincarnation, everything will go smoothly for him, and he won't have to struggle painfully!"

God has no name, yet both men gave each other names!

Song Wenjing touched the old man's photo and said with relief: "That's...good."

"It's snowing, we should leave..." At the moment when the old man was about to leave, he personally escorted those ungrateful guys to confess to the old man.

So what if you don't want to? As long as the elderly are happy, it's right.

A crack appeared in the sunny sky, and the two people in front of the tombstone disappeared...

[Welcome the Lord God, Master Qingluan, back...!]

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