Chapter 223 Goodbye

"I'm ready, how about you?" Wei Xuanming turned and asked his old friend.

Mr. Li didn't say anything.

"Since Xiaoya came back, I've come to realize that my dominance, my arbitrariness, and even my achievements are all shackles left to Wenjun and the others."

"I always feel that they are not doing well here, and they are not doing well there. But if I leave, will they really be unable to stand on their own feet? They will eventually stand on their own feet by groping their way."

Mr. Li gritted his teeth and interrupted, "Stop talking. It's obviously not here yet..."

"The worst time has not yet arrived. But do we really have to wait until then?" Wei Xuanming's speech was still coherent, but his rales were already a bit heavy.

"Wait until I can't even open my eyes, can't move my hands, can't speak, can't recognize people, my brain is confused, I can't tell the difference between day and night, and I lie here like a zombie, hanging on for dear life?"

"That's such an undignified death." Wei Xuanming's voice lowered and he couldn't help coughing twice.

The breath sprayed out, instantly coating the oxygen mask with a layer of mist.

Mr. Li lowered his head and glanced at his arm that was exposed outside the quilt.

The needle holes on my upper arm are blue and purple, which are the marks left by the painkiller injections.

"I'm ready too." His old friend finally uttered slowly.

4:57 pm.

The duckling walked out of the elevator carrying his schoolbag.

My uncle has some work to do today, so he will bring my aunt over later.

She can do her homework next to her grandfather later... The duckling thought about it, paused, and looked up blankly.

She heard the sound of hurried footsteps.

The hum of the machine penetrated into her ears through the thin wall.

She poked her head into the ward: "Where's Grandpa?"

Mr. Li stood up with the help of the wall, looked back at her, and said in a hoarse voice, "They are rescuing them."

After a long while, the duckling uttered a word softly: "Oh."

She took off her schoolbag and held it in her arms, then sat down on the bench in the corridor and said, "Then I'll wait here for my uncle and aunt."

Mr. Li looked at her in surprise.

The child is surprisingly calm.

Or maybe she still doesn't quite understand what rescue is.

The duckling didn't have to wait long.

When Wei Wenqing and Wei Wenyi arrived, the doctor just came out. He took off his mask and asked, "Can we see each other for the last time?"

Wei Wenyi was stunned for a moment and asked his brother: "Do you want to see Dad?"

Wei Wenqing was so distraught that he could not answer.

It was the duckling who grabbed their hands and looked up at the doctor and said, "Well, we need to see Grandpa."

"Come on, put on shoe covers, and wear a mask and goggles. It's best not to shed tears and don't touch things randomly, as it will cause contamination..." The doctor led the way.

The duckling walked along the icy road and came to the ICU.

"Is it really not going to work?" she asked the doctor in a low voice.

The doctor sighed and nodded, finding it difficult to meet the family's eyes. Especially for a child this young... it was even more sad to see.

The duck nodded: "Okay."

She turned around and looked at the old man on the bed, moved closer, and said, "Mom and Grandpa haven't seen each other for many years. Mom has Dad to love her again."

Wei Xuanming's eyelashes trembled, as if he wanted to smile.

But in the end, the electrocardiogram turned into a straight line.

He didn't say another word to them, but it seemed as if he had said all that was needed. There was a rare warmth between father and son, father and daughter, and grandfather and grandson.

"Goodbye, Grandpa." said the duckling.

Wei Wenqing was still a little dazed. He and Wei Wenyi were led out of the door by the duck.

The sound of a door closing startled him, and then he trembled and cried a little.

When Mr. Li saw them coming out, he knew that his old friend had reached the end of his life. His eyes turned red and he couldn't help but cover his face and cry.

In comparison, only the duckling didn't cry.

She even searched her pockets and handed them some paper.

Elder Li took the paper and couldn't help but look at her twice, then pulled Wei Wenqing over and whispered, "Wenqing, your child doesn't know what death is? Or is the child so frightened that he can't even cry?"

When Wei Wenqing heard this, he stopped crying immediately.

He quickly turned around and looked at the duckling worriedly.

He knew that the duckling had always been strong. Was the duckling enduring? Yes, at this time, how could adults let children take on the responsibility?

Wei Wenqing calmed down a little, walked back and hugged the duckling.

After holding the duckling, he went to see his sister again, fearing that she might be upset.

Wei Wenyi raised his hand and tapped his head, muttering, "It was fine, it was fine before, why is it like this?"

Wei Wenqing wanted to hold his sister's hand, but halfway through, he suddenly stopped.

Then he typed emotionally: "Dad's condition has been stable recently, why did it suddenly deteriorate?"

Mr. Li wiped his tears and thought to himself, you finally asked.

He sighed, "That's how cancer works. In the late stages, multiple organs suddenly fail and you pass away suddenly."

"Is that so?" Wei Wenyi suddenly turned his head.

After all, she hasn't fully recovered to her normal state yet.

He looked half crazy and half awake, and the look in his eyes when he turned his head was actually a little creepy.

Mr. Li was stunned for a moment before he continued, "But there is one thing I want to ask you. Is it related?"

"What?" Wei Wenyi stared at him.

"Before your father was sent for emergency treatment, he seemed to have received a cross-border video call. You can check the records for details."

When Wei Wenqing heard this, he immediately went to the side and called Wei Wenjuan.

"...I understand." Wei Wenjun listened to his brother's explanation on the other end of the phone.

He didn't cry, nor was he angry.

He hung up the phone, then opened a drawer, pulled out a gun, and began to load it manually.

One on.

He frowned.

I pressed the back of my hand hard to control the trembling of my hand.

He kept pressing this for half a minute, then continued to reload.

I don’t know how much time had passed, but the bodyguard outside the office suddenly heard a loud noise.

"Second Young Master! What happened?" They hurriedly pushed the door open and saw Wei Wenjuan falling to the ground.

Wei Wenjun held the corner of the table with one hand, and used so much force that his veins bulged.

His voice was hoarse and emotionless as he said, "I suddenly forgot that I couldn't walk, and I fell."

The bodyguard rushed over and helped him up.

Wei Wenjun no longer felt any resentment or resentment towards this behavior of relying on others for help.

After he sat down, he said calmly, "Please ask the directors to come to the conference room together."

"yes!"

The directors finally breathed a sigh of relief when they heard the news.

"It seems that the video call worked."

"After all, we are all veterans with a lot of experience. Not to mention Mr. Wu and his friends, Wei Wenjuan has to call them uncles. Why do we have to use such harsh methods to make everyone unable to sleep well?"

They walked into the meeting room while talking, and Wei Wenjun was already sitting there.

"Let's start." Wei Wenjun signaled people to start recording the meeting.

"Wait, Second Young Master, isn't this the one missing Director Lin?"

"He won't come."

"What's the meaning?"

"He's on his way to death."

Everyone on the board looked at each other, their expressions slightly changed: "Where did you get this from?"

Wei Wenjuan raised his head and said, "I'm afraid the interrogation won't go smoothly, so I'll show you how to be uncooperative first."

Now everyone on the board of directors changed their expressions and asked anxiously, "Second Young Master, what do you want to do?"

"Is the group going to kill the donkey after it has done its job?"

"Did Mr. Lin get killed by the assassins you sent?"

"That's too much! If your father were here, he would never allow you to do something so chilling!"

Wei Wenjun interrupted, "Yes, Dad is gone. So let's talk about what my dad said in his last phone call with you before he died."

"Who among you killed my father?"

Wei Wenjun's cold eyes swept over them.

Suddenly the conference room fell silent.

They looked at him in disbelief.

Dead?

Is the old man dead?

"No, something is wrong here..." someone murmured, but they also realized in an instant that they were in the same situation as Wei Lin.

It's hard to tell the difference.

If I had known it was such a meeting, I would not have come at all, and would have run away with my bodyguards, and would have directly torn apart the relationship and hired a killer to kill Wei Wenjun!

But it's too late to regret.

"I allow you to report on each other." Wei Wenjun's voice sounded again.

What I said...

Everyone looked at each other, and the atmosphere suddenly became extremely tense.

Outside the meeting room, employees got a glimpse of what was going on inside through the glass.

"Why does it seem like the Second Young Master is confronting them alone?"

Still have the situation under control?

After his father left, the cripple finally grew up and became extremely intimidating.