Chapter 273: Reap the Fruits of One's Own Causes
Shen Lihua leaned over to tuck in her father's blanket and flashed a professional smile to the camera: "The purpose of our nursing home is to use the most advanced medical technology to buy more time for every patient."
Xia Lili frowned in confusion and said suspiciously, "This Shen Lihua is willing to spend money to treat her father's illness."
Li Qihan lowered his eyes: "Mr. Shen enjoys the retirement benefits of a senior expert. The pension is very high and the medical reimbursement rate is extremely high."
He explained calmly: “The core of Shen Lihua’s care for Mr. Shen is to maintain Mr. Shen’s vital signs, using the most expensive drugs and equipment.”
"Many of them were unnecessary or even excessive medical treatments to prolong Mr. Shen's life."
Xia Lili instantly thought of the dense surgical incisions on Mr. Shen's body and shuddered.
"Mr. Shen's high pension and nearly full medical reimbursement are important sources of income for Shen Lihua's nursing home."
Li Qihan showed Xia Lili the report on Shen Lihua's sanatorium: "She also used Elder Shen's case to promote the sanatorium, attracting many wealthy people to come to the sanatorium for treatment and hospitalization."
The more Xia Lili watched, the colder her heart grew, from anger to sadness.
She now understands Mr. Shen's choice.
Mr. Shen is a senior professor at Capital University. His students, colleagues and subordinates hold important positions in various fields, and his network of relationships is very valuable.
Shen Molin's descendants were reluctant to let Shen Molin die, so they used various surgeries and clinical drugs to keep Shen Molin alive, regardless of how much pain he suffered during the treatment, or whether he wanted to live.
"As long as Mr. Shen is still alive, they can use him as a living signboard and an ATM, squandering his connections and high retirement bonus."
Li Qihan patted her shoulder and said, "So, this is Mr. Shen's own choice. You don't have to blame yourself."
At this moment, the red light above the emergency room went out with a "beep", and the dazzling light turned into a dead gray.
The heavy automatic door slowly slid open, and a strong smell of disinfectant mixed with a metallic smell of blood poured out.
The attending physician walking in front took off his mask, revealing his pale face soaked with sweat.
"Sorry, we tried our best."
The doctor's voice was soft, yet it stirred a shudder in the hallway. "The patient's heart has been in arrest for over forty minutes... Now, family members may go in and see him for the last time."
Nurses filed out pushing empty medicine carts, the wheels making a creaking sound as they rolled over the tiles.
Mr. Shen was also pushed into the ward.
The three people from the Shen family had a look of disbelief on their faces and hurriedly followed into the ward.
The eldest son, Shen Guodong, rushed to the bedside, tightly grasped his father's skinny hand, his voice trembling but every word clear -
"Dad! You can't leave! If you leave, who will sign the approval for that project in the east city? Minister Li will come to see you next week! You promised to help Xiao Wu's son find a job..."
He choked with sobs, but his other hand subconsciously reached for the contract and pen in his suit pocket, "Dad! Just hold on a little longer, just sign it, or even just shake my hand!"
The nurse standing by couldn't bear to watch, so she coldly pushed away his hand holding the pen and said, "Family, please move aside. We need to make the final arrangements."
She paused, glanced at the exposed corner of the stack of contract papers, and muttered, "The old man's body is still warm, but he's holding this pen...quite tightly."
The second daughter, Shen Lihua, knelt beside the bed, her face covered with powder from tears, but she did not forget to use her body to block the data on the screen of the medical equipment.
"Dad! I just gave you the best imported medicine! It costs 28,000 yuan a day! How could you...how could you not wait for the specialist consultation next month?!"
"This damned sycamore tree, why did it have to fall on you? You've made such a great contribution, God is so blind!"
Outside the ward, Xia Lili felt her blood run cold when she heard what the Shen family said.
It turns out that the hallucination scenes changed very quickly, and the words these people said while crying were incomplete, and there was also the second half of the sentence.
The sycamore tree was planted by Mr. Shen and his wife, Shen Lihua actually said so.
At this moment, Shen Lihua suddenly turned to the doctor and whispered, "Quick! Give him another shot of cardiac stimulant! Go through the special approval channel for the expenses! Just say my father is a 'national key observation case'!"
She clutched her father's medical record, her nails digging deep into the pages, densely packed with records of the "self-funded items" she had secretly added.
Grandson Shen Mingxuan, unable to squeeze into the front row, suddenly fell to his knees, his forehead banging hard on the bed railing. "Grandpa! You promised to see me get married! Now that you're gone... what will happen to my down payment for the wedding house?"
He raised his red forehead and suddenly grabbed the attending doctor's white coat. "Doctor! Can my grandfather still receive his retirement expert subsidy until the end of this month? Will the funeral expenses be paid according to the highest standard?"
The doctors and nurses were getting annoyed by these three people.
The attending doctor coldly took off his stethoscope and interrupted his rant: "For all the formalities, please go to the finance office on the third floor of the administration building for consultation."
He glanced at the three of them and added, "However, according to regulations, immediate family members are required to bring the original death certificate to handle the matter."
When they heard the death certificate, the atmosphere in the ward suddenly froze.
Shen Mingxuan clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white.
He had long been eyeing the calligraphy and paintings collected in his grandfather's study, as well as the set of blue and white porcelain from the Qianlong period.
Every time he invested, he failed. Shen Zhuangming even deducted his living expenses. Now that the old man is gone, he must not return empty-handed.
"Grandpa's collection—"
Just as Shen Mingxuan opened his mouth, his father spoke first:
"Dad's collection should be inherited by the eldest son." Shen Zhuangming spoke first, his voice deliberately lowered, but he couldn't hide the urgency in his words.
“These collectibles are all from sellers I contacted.”
Shen Lihua sneered, digging her carefully manicured nails into her palms: "Brother, haven't you made enough money by using Dad's name over the years? I paid for all the medical expenses."
"Aunt." Shen Mingxuan suddenly interrupted, a sinister glint in his eyes, "If your nursing home's false medical bills were to be investigated—"
Before he finished speaking, Shen Zhuangming grabbed Shen Mingxuan by the collar, and Shen Lihua's high heels had already stepped on Shen Zhuangming's leather shoes.
The three men were on edge and were about to come to blows in the hospital corridor.
Just then, the elevator dinged and opened. A middle-aged man in a dark gray suit walked in quickly.
"Sorry, I was delayed on the way." The lawyer wiped the sweat from his forehead and took out a document from his bag. "I am the executor of Mr. Shen Molin's will."
The three of them fell silent instantly, their eyes fixed on the document.
"According to Mr. Shen's last will and testament dated July 15, 2018," the lawyer pushed up his glasses, "all his assets will be used to establish the 'Shen Molin Wutong Fund' to support needy students."
"Impossible!" Shen Zhuangming snatched the will document fiercely, and the paper rustled between his trembling fingers.
He stared at the handwriting above, his face turning from red to blue, "Dad had already... had already..."
"Mr. Shen made thorough arrangements when he was conscious five years ago." The lawyer calmly took out another document from his briefcase, his voice steady and powerful, "Here are two sets of wills: the first is the ostensible will, which distributes the estate according to the normal proportion; the second is the true will, which donates all the property to the scientific research foundation."
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