Little by little, he languished on the ground and moved his hands toward his pockets little by little.

In his pocket, there was his mobile phone.

At this moment, he felt threatened by death.

Death was so close to him, as if he would leave this world in the next second.

He is afraid.

He is afraid of death.

I am even more afraid of dying alone.

How he wished that there was someone around him at this moment who could help him, stay with him, call him for emergency services, comfort him, and tell him that he would not die and that he could live...

He stared in the direction of the door, his vision getting blurry.

Just when he was about to lose all consciousness, he heard rapid footsteps.

He tried to open his eyes wide and saw a vague shadow pushing open the door and striding towards him.

His vision was blurred and he couldn't see the face of the visitor, but his magical sixth sense told him that the visitor was his son.

His only son, He Chuanyang.

At this moment, the scene when He Chuan Yang was born suddenly flashed through his mind.

When the nurse handed the little soft baby into his hands, his arms were so stiff that he didn't dare to move.

He seemed to be holding a fragile treasure. Looking at the small soft ball in his arms, his heart softened.

He once told himself that he must be a good father.

But he... didn't seem to be able to do it.

After more than 20 years of busy life, father and son turned against each other and their only biological son wanted to sever ties with him.

This was never the result he wanted...

He tried hard to grab He Chuanyang's hand, his lips quivering.

He wanted to say...I'm sorry.

In the thin line between life and death, he suddenly understood that he was wrong.

He always wants to be a good person, a good son, a good brother, and a good father. He wants to take care of everyone's feelings and let everyone praise him as an excellent and good man.

When he was about to die, he suddenly understood that one person cannot please everyone.

Many people like to say that the palms and backs of the hands are full of flesh.

But even the palms and backs of the hands are thick and thin.

He is too confused and values ​​things that should not be valued, but ignores what should be valued most.

He was wrong.

Wrong...

When He Chuanyang walked to the elevator, his heart palpitated suddenly, and a voice suddenly sounded in his heart, asking him to go back and take a look.

He hesitated for a moment, and finally decided to follow his inner call and go back to take a look.

He just went back to take a look. For him, he had nothing to lose.

Pushing the door open, he saw his father lying on the ground, his eyes crooked, his mouth slanted, and his consciousness blurred.

He immediately rushed over, first gave his father first aid using the first aid knowledge he had learned before, and then dialed the emergency number.

He saw his father trying to look in his direction, his lips moving.

He couldn't hear the sound, but judging from the shape of his mouth, he seemed to be saying...I'm sorry.

He watched indifferently, without any fluctuation in his heart.

No matter how much his parents neglected him, he was raised by his parents, so he will provide for them in his old age.

But it’s just for old age, no matter how much it is, it will be gone.

The knot in my heart that has lasted for more than 20 years cannot be solved by just saying "I'm sorry".

He is almost in his thirties, and he has no shortage of "I'm sorry".

The ambulance arrived quickly and took Father He to the hospital.

He Chuanyang did not leave for the time being. He accompanied He's father to the hospital and found the best doctor for He's father.

After the doctor examined and treated He's father, he told He Chuanyang that his father was very lucky. The stroke was detected in an early stage in time and he received the best treatment. After a period of recovery, he would basically return to normal and would not be injured.
Chapter completed!