Chapter 29 Farewell to Lao Ma
In the ward, only Wang Yao and Lao Ma, who was slowly regaining consciousness, were left. In order to enable them to communicate freely, the doctor injected Lao Ma with a special medicine.
This medicine would overdraft Lao Ma's last vitality, but in order to fulfill Lao Ma's last wish, Lao Ma's son reluctantly agreed.
"Well, you're here." Lao Ma gradually woke up, but his words were still a little unclear.
"Help me take it off, take it off." Wang Yao judged from Lao Ma's eyes that Lao Ma wanted Wang Yao to help take off the respirator.
Although it might accelerate the consumption of Lao Ma's vitality, he was determined and had no choice but to do it.
"Lao Ma, I'm here. Why did you suddenly become like this?" Wang Yao grabbed Lao Ma's calloused hand and choked.
Old Ma removed the restraints of the respirator and spoke clearly and forcefully: "Birth, aging, sickness and death are common to all human beings. Moreover, I have seen your current achievements."
"God of War, hahahaha! In my life, cough cough."
Wang Yao saw that Lao Ma was very emotional, so he quickly went over to help him sit up, patted his back and said, "Slow down, what's a martial god? You taught him to be one. If you live a few more years, I will let you show your talents."
Old Ma waved his hand gently, his expression calm, and said calmly: "I don't want to live anymore. I'm satisfied. Why live so long?"
"By the way, turn on the TV news. I want to see your report. Look at what I'm doing. Go!"
Wang Yao had no choice but to find the remote control and turn on the TV. As expected, the first thing he saw was news about the God of War.
It was the part where Chen Dong just got off the plane and was surrounded by people, with even his clothes torn.
"Martial God Chen Dong appeared at the airport and was surrounded by crazy fans. Currently, the autograph of Martial God Chen Dong has been sold online for 150,000 yuan."
Old Ma's mouth was cracked with laughter, and his playful look made Wang Yao feel embarrassed. He even asked Wang Yao to give him an autograph.
"I've never been famous in my life. I never thought I'd become so famous after picking up a stray kid. Hahaha."
Wang Yao angrily said, "Just wait, I will make you famous."
Old Ma still looked at Wang Yao jokingly and said, "I'll wait and see how you make an old man like me famous."
Wang Yao couldn't help it and quickly switched to the next channel.
"Martial God Chen Dong returned to Tiannan today and publicly rebuked Councillor Jiang Le for blocking the road, stating that Jiang Le was unworthy of being a warrior.
It is understood that the Human Parliament has launched an investigation into Jiang Le's dereliction of duty and the warrior regulations. Jiang Le has been suspended and sent to the headquarters for questioning.
Chen Wushen claimed that a relative was seriously ill, and based on the footage from the scene, Chen Wushen looked very pale. All sectors of society are currently paying close attention to the development of this incident."
Then there is a video of Wang Yao being blocked by Jiang Le and angrily yelling. It can be seen that Wang Yao was indeed very anxious at the time.
After reading the news, Lao Ma's face turned pale. Although Wang Yao's frankness about his relative being seriously ill warmed his heart, he was still very worried.
"Why bother? He's a congressman. If he doesn't find anything, will it affect you?"
Wang Yao replied disdainfully, "Don't worry, I have a good relationship with the Speaker. Jiang Le is finished this time."
"That's good. Well, I don't have much time left, so let's talk about some fun things that happened in the past three years. Do you remember why I always gave you pineapple buns?"
"Because it's cheap? Hahaha."
"You're asking for a beating."
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As they talked, Lao Ma's voice became weaker and weaker, until Wang Yao could hardly hear him.
Wang Yao was really reluctant to let go. He truly felt the love of family from Lao Ma. How could he bear to watch Lao Ma die now?
"Old Ma, if I can let you live a few more years now, would you be willing?" Wang Yao looked at Old Ma sincerely, hoping that he would agree.
Among Wang Yao's Qi training spells, there is a small rejuvenation technique, which can heal minor injuries for cultivators, and can nourish the whole body with spiritual energy for ordinary mortals.
Using the rejuvenation technique a few more times to increase Lao Ma's vitality, coupled with Wang Yao's use of pure magic massage, can at least allow Lao Ma to live two more years.
However, Lao Ma shook his head, looked out the window, and said weakly but firmly: "No, you have fulfilled my regret as a warrior in this life, but I feel sorry for my wife, she has waited for me for long enough.
I love her, miss her, and I don’t want to wait any longer.”
Wang Yao had no choice but to leave the ward and ask Lao Ma's son to wait for a while.
Zhong Xue had also been waiting outside, looking at Wang Yao with great concern, and said weakly, "Are you okay? Don't be too sad."
Wang Yao indicated that it was okay and asked Zhong Xue to bring paper and pen, and he quickly wrote a poem.
Jiangchengzi: Night Dream
Ten years of life and death, so vague, I can never forget you without even thinking about you. A thousand miles away, a solitary grave, with nowhere to talk to about my desolation. Even if we meet, we won't recognize each other, with dust on our faces and hair like frost.
Last night, a dream suddenly brought me back to my hometown, where I sat by the window, dressing. We looked at each other without a word, tears streaming down our faces. I imagine the place where my heart breaks every year, on moonlit nights, by the short pine hills.
This is the way he thought of to make Lao Ma famous, and I believe he should like it too.
Then Wang Yao handed the page of paper to Lao Ma's son and asked him to go in and ask Lao Ma if he liked it.
Wang Yao just sat on a chair outside the ward, staring at the door in a daze. It was not his turn to see the patient off on his final journey.
More than ten minutes later, Lao Ma's son walked out with red eyes and a dazed look. Wang Yao stood up and looked at him.
"He's gone. My father is gone. He said he was very pleased with your poem and asked you to burn it for him so that maybe my mother wouldn't beat him."
After scanning with his spiritual sense, Wang Yao found that Lao Ma had indeed no vital signs, and he sat down on the chair.
A feeling came over him that it was time to leave. Yes, maybe he should go back too.
At Lao Ma's funeral, Wang Yao personally erected a stele and engraved the text, and also engraved the poem "Jiang Chengzi" on the stele.
Because it was not kept completely secret, the entire network knew about the death of Wu Shen's master in an instant and everyone was talking about it.
"Martial God, I feel deeply sorry for you. Thank you, Master Ma, for training Chen Martial God."
"After ten years of separation between life and death, there is still such true love in this world, woo woo woo."
"A thousand miles away, a lonely grave, with nowhere to talk to, I hope Master Ma can find her in the next life!"
"The words are filled with such genuine emotion and sorrow that it's heartbreaking to read them. I can't imagine how Master Ma must be grieving."
The final verdict on this poem came from Zhang Yuan, Chairman of the Human Parliament: "This is truly the greatest mourning poem of all time."
As soon as these words were spoken, Master Ma's reputation actually surpassed Wang Yao in a short period of time, because the culture of this world was too poor.
Immediately, Jiang Chengzi was included in textbooks, and countries outside Donghua also saw a surge in the study of poetry, and Lao Ma's name was left behind through the ages.
After fulfilling his promise to make Lao Ma famous, Wang Yao packed up and went to the Capital Parliament Headquarters. Zhang Yuan told him that there was a very important matter that required his attendance.
He called him seven or eight times within two days, saying it was extremely urgent. Zhang Yuan was so anxious that he sent a shuttle to pick him up.
Wang Yao refused to guess riddles with him, forcing Zhang Yuan to say only two words: relics.
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