The others immediately understood his meaning and began to shout.
“Whoever harmed Dad, step forward. How could Dad have aged so much all of a sudden? Someone must have poisoned Dad.”
"Whoever shouts the loudest gets to be the winner!"
"Tch, whoever starts attacking the other first is the one who gets caught!"
The crowd tore at each other, creating utter chaos.
Song Qushan glanced indifferently at the crowd. Some people noticed him, but they no longer showed the respect and fear they had shown him before. They just glanced at him and then turned their heads away as if they hadn't seen him.
Song Qushan slowly turned his face. Everyone wanted him dead so they could divide the family property as soon as possible.
He had seen this situation many times. In his long life of hundreds of years, he had witnessed countless tragedies of his descendants fighting over his property after his death, and he had long since become numb to it.
However, one still feels sorrow when facing death.
This time, he will be truly dead, not just feigning death like before, and his feelings will be completely different.
Hearing the commotion, the nurses outside were furious and couldn't help but shout, "The patient needs to rest. Please be quiet. If you have any private matters to attend to, please go outside."
"..."
Everyone felt a little awkward.
"We need to get to the bottom of this. Let's go outside and resolve this!"
"Fine, let's go then, who's afraid of who?"
Someone made a token gesture at Song Qushan's bedside, saying, "Dad, I'll go out for a bit. Call me if you need anything!"
"Ha, what's with the act of being a filial son now? Who knows if it was you who poisoned Dad?"
"What nonsense are you talking about? I think you'd love for your father to die..." The word almost slipped out, but he quickly swallowed it back down.
"Haha, you've finally shown your true colors. Your father is still alive, and you're already cursing him. I think you have ulterior motives."
"Please all get out!" the nurse snapped.
"snort!"
The crowd gradually left.
The nurse closed the door to the ward.
The whole room fell silent.
The nurse sighed. They'd seen it all before—wealthy families fighting over inheritance in hospital wards—and were numb to it all. Aside from sympathizing with the patients, there was nothing else they could do.
She said softly, "Mr. Song, would you like some water?"
"Um!"
Song Qushan nodded.
The nurse carefully fed Song Qushan water.
A servant knocked on the door and came in, saying softly, "Master, there is something important I would like to tell you."
"Speak!"
“I received a call today from Professor Zhang, who used to study history with you. He called to inquire about your situation and wanted to invite you to attend a confidential seminar. He asked if you were available. He called many times, and it seemed very urgent.”
Old Zhang, who studies history?
Song Qushan suddenly remembered who it was; that person was quite capable and had unique insights into history. A classified seminar? What exactly were they trying to study?
He was lost in thought for a moment, then dejectedly thought that he was about to die, so why should he care about history?
"They said I'm not feeling well, so I won't go!"
"Yes!" The servant left.
The room felt eerily quiet.
The nurse placed the water glass down and said softly, "Would you like to watch TV for a while, or would you like to read a book?"
"No need, I'm going to sleep for a while, don't let anyone disturb me!"
"Okay! Don't worry, I'll stand guard at the door. Just call me if you need anything!"
She was the special nurse in this VIP ward, and all she needed to do was take good care of Song Qushan.
She quietly left the room and closed the door.
As soon as I came out, I ran into someone.
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