The president's office of the Song Group.
Song Lingshan also noticed that Su Luo was trending on social media. She immediately asked Wen Zi to push the trending topic down and then asked Wen Zi to investigate the mastermind behind the incident.
After Wenzi left the room, Song Lingshan picked up her phone and found Su Luo's phone number.
After hesitating for a moment, I decided to check on him. Just as my finger was about to touch the call button, my phone suddenly rang.
Upon seeing that the caller ID showed it was Nami Ozawa, Song Lingshan's face darkened. Reluctantly, she answered the phone and said coldly.
"Hello?"
Nami Ozawa's voice sounded very anxious.
"Xiaoshan, come to the hospital right away, your father beat up the doctor."
"What did you say? I'm coming right now!"
Song Lingshan knew her father had a bad temper, but she never expected him to hit a doctor.
Why can't we just spend the rest of our time peacefully instead of resorting to violence?
Nami Ozawa: "Okay, hurry up."
I hung up the phone.
Song Lingshan didn't have time to comfort Su Luo anymore. She picked up her coat and car keys and quickly left the office.
Without having time to notify the driver, she drove directly to the hospital.
What should have been a one-hour journey took a full forty minutes to complete.
I rushed to my father's private hospital room and hurriedly pushed open the door.
Seeing her father sitting on the headboard, loudly scolding Ozawa Nami who was standing helplessly by the bedside.
I didn't see the doctor who was assaulted, nor the police officers who came to mediate, so it's possible that no police report was filed.
When Song Ruhai saw his daughter enter the door, he was clearly flustered and asked in surprise.
Why are you here?
Song Lingshan glanced at Ozawa Nami, whose eyes were red and swollen, and suddenly felt a pang of sympathy. Instead of telling her father that it was Ozawa Nami who had asked her to come, she lied.
"I came to see you, what happened?"
Now that his daughter was here, he decided not to hide it from her anymore, he said through gritted teeth.
"The doctors at this hospital are all quacks. What kind of bullshit treatment plan did they come up with? I think they just want me to die as soon as possible. I'm in so much pain, beating them up is too lenient. I'm not going to get treatment anymore, it's incurable anyway!"
Upon hearing this...
Song Lingshan had a headache.
This hospital is already the best in Beijing. She had previously suggested that her father go abroad for treatment, but he didn't want to go, saying that he would rather die in China.
Now, because he's dissatisfied with someone's proposal, he resorts to violence. Isn't that going too far?
"Of course the doctor wants you to get better, why would they want you to die? There's no need to hit someone, is there?"
When Song Ruhai heard that his daughter not only didn't speak up for him, but instead sided with the doctor and said hurtful things, his anger flared up even more.
"What are you doing here? Are you here to lecture me? Do I need you to teach me how to do things?"
Upon hearing this, Ozawa Nami immediately knew that Song Ruhai was about to lose his temper, so she left the room and closed the door behind her, leaving the battle to the father and daughter.
Song Lingshan took a deep breath and tried her best to control her emotions.
Normally, if her father talked back to her like that, she would definitely talk back, but right now she really couldn't bring herself to confront him.
The father before her was no longer the tall, imposing, and influential Director Song who once held sway in the capital.
He was just a weak patient lying in a hospital bed, counting down the days until his death.
My father seems to have lost a lot of weight; his once-fitting hospital gown now hangs loosely on him.
His face was as pale as snow, so pale that you could almost see the blue veins in his skin.
His pale cheeks were deeply sunken, with no flesh left, his cheekbones protruded, and his eyes were cloudy and bloodshot.
My once thick hair has almost all fallen out due to chemotherapy.
His withered arms were no longer strong.
Even the volume of his voice when arguing with her was much lower than before, completely lacking the imposing manner he once had.
The discontent that had been building up in his chest was gradually overshadowed by a deep sadness.
As it turns out, she really didn't want to see her father become like this.
She didn't want him to leave her either; if her father left, she would truly become an orphan.
Although her father had hurt her and caused her to separate from her lover for three years, they have not reconciled to this day.
But upon closer reflection, her father did offer her warmth, though perhaps because it was so little, which led her to easily overlook it, and she always remembered his strictness towards her.
But the truth is that her father was willing to give her most of his inheritance, and he no longer forced her to marry Shen Junze, nor did he stop her from being with Su Luo.
This already clearly shows that her father must have loved her; she doesn't know how much, but she's certain that he did.
Song Lingshan raised her hand to rub her slightly sore nose, and with difficulty forced a smile.
"Dad, I really didn't come here to argue with you. Since you're not satisfied with the doctors here and really don't want to continue treatment, how about I take you home?"
Since the doctor has already given my father a death sentence, we might as well go along with his wishes and let him go home.
"..."
Song Ruhai looked into his daughter's concerned and gentle eyes and listened to her heartwarming words.
Suddenly stunned, I couldn't recover for a long time.
Since his wife passed away, his relationship with his daughter has been strained, and they often argue.
Especially since my daughter started dating someone in college, she rarely comes home anymore.
After returning to China, she argued with her daughter countless times because of Shen Junze.
Later, when his daughter found out that he had forced Su Luo to break up with her, she became even less friendly towards him.
Even when his daughter heard that he had cancer, she did not show any reluctance to part with him.
He thought his daughter was from a different world and would never understand that he was doing these things for her own good.
His daughter will hold a grudge against him forever and will never forgive him until he dies.
Song Lingshan had no idea what her father was thinking. Seeing that he was not speaking, she assumed that he was still angry or had changed his mind.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, I gently held my father's thin, bamboo-like hand and said with a smile.
"You don't want to leave again? Then we'll continue treatment. I'll answer your questions whether you want to transfer to another hospital or go abroad. You can tell me whatever you want, and I will definitely fulfill your wishes."
Feeling the warmth of his daughter's palm, Song Ruhai felt a long-lost warmth welling up in his heart and said in a trembling voice.
We're "going home".
If I'm going to die, I'll die at home, returning to my roots.
Death doesn't seem as scary as I imagined. It turns out that the truly terrifying thing is that no one wants me to live.
Song Lingshan nodded.
"Okay, wait for me a moment, I'll go and help you with the discharge procedures."
"Um."
Song Lingshan left the ward and had just closed the door.
Ozawa Nami, who was sitting on a bench in the corridor, came over and asked nervously.
"How are you? Are you going home or continuing treatment at the hospital?"
"go home."
Hearing Song Lingshan say she was going home.
Ozawa Nami breathed a sigh of relief. She really wanted to go home. This hospital was so lifeless; she didn't want to stay here for even a day longer.
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