After speaking with the doctor, Shen Jichuan immediately made a phone call to find someone.
Old Wu was, after all, a retired military leader, and with his son-in-law Shen Jichuan by his side, finding people was very convenient for him.
After finishing the call, Shen Jichuan turned back to look at Wen Qiao.
"Wen Qiao, calm your mother down first. I've arranged for a car to be ready. Jian Dong and I will go in and help Uncle Wu get dressed, then we'll take him home."
Wen Qiao nodded, her eyes brimming with tears.
His voice choked with emotion, and he was unable to speak.
Shen Jichuan walked up to Wu Jiandong, pulled him up from the ground, and said in a cold tone, "Now is not the time for you to cry. Uncle Wu only has you as his biological son. You will come in with me later to help Uncle Wu get dressed."
“Take him home.”
"You, as my own son, are responsible for handling the rest. I will help you from the side."
Wu Jiandong nodded numbly, stood up, looked at Shen Jichuan, and said blankly, "Jichuan, thank you."
“It’s my fault. I killed my father. I will never forgive that vicious woman, Li Sumei.”
Wu Suowei is still at home waiting for his grandfather to return safely.
Wu Suowei was originally going to go to the hospital with him, but everyone was busy and no one paid attention to him. Wu Jiandong said, "You wait at home. Maybe we'll be back soon."
Wu Suowei was really well-behaved and sensible, waiting at home.
No one expected that he would not be able to wait for his grandfather to return healthy and safe, but would be carried back by others. That very night, a mourning hall was set up in the Wu family's living room.
Neighbors who lived nearby heard firecrackers being set off in front of the Wu family's house and immediately came out to take a look. They could vaguely hear crying coming from the Wu family's courtyard.
Everyone rushed over immediately.
Some of the first neighbors to know about it even took the initiative to go door-to-door to inform everyone.
Before long, the Wu family's courtyard was filled with people, all helping to buy what needed to be bought and prepare what needed to be prepared.
Lu Yazhi's voice was hoarse from crying, and she knelt on one side of the mourning hall.
Shen Jichuan had someone bring Wu Jiandong the funeral clothes he had bought early in the morning, and the coffin was also delivered quickly. With so many people coming to the house all at once, it wouldn't be right for no one to take care of them.
Wen Qiao had no choice but to muster her energy and prepare food and drinks for everyone.
Fortunately, the neighbors around here are all very nice; the aunties, grandmas, and sisters-in-law all offered to help.
Some are boiling water, others are cooking rice.
Shen Jichuan was busy with everything, personally receiving the troops who came to pay their respects on the first day.
Even the ailing patriarch of the Huo family came.
Looking at Old Wu, who was already dressed in his burial clothes and lying in the coffin, Old Master Huo wiped away his tears and said, "You're still so young. I'm still alive, how could you leave like this?"
Seeing that Old Master Huo was unsteady, Wen Qiao immediately stepped forward to help him up.
Then, glancing at Huo Dongqing to the side, she said softly, "You shouldn't have told the old man that. His health isn't good to begin with."
I'm really afraid that if Old Master Huo sees the deceased Old Wu, his health won't be able to take it.
Huo Dongqing said in a low voice, "He insisted on coming after he found out, and I couldn't stop him."
Wen Qiao, please accept my condolences.
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