"Natural sanitation department, which direction are you going?"

Ou Weisheng asked this question. To be honest, he regretted asking.

But the nurse pointed in the direction very enthusiastically and said very carefully, "Mr. Ou, if you go in this direction, there is a downhill corridor that leads to a garden with a good environment and an independent building.

That's the sanatorium, I'll call and let you know right away, and someone will be there to receive you when you get there."

The nurse said this with an unusually respectful attitude.

Ou Weisheng closed his eyes helplessly, even if he wanted to pretend not to know.

He bit his lip lightly and looked in the direction pointed by the nurse. At the end of the corridor was a long corridor going downhill. To go or not to go, that became a question.

To be honest, I don't have any good impressions of Cheng Yukuan at all, but I suddenly want to know what the old guy would say if he saw me.

Or maybe I have some malicious thoughts, would it make me feel better to see this old man in such a miserable state in his later years?

With these thoughts in mind, Ou Weisheng moved his steps slightly and walked towards the long corridor.

I have to say that the environment of the recuperation department is indeed very good. Although it is late now, it is still not difficult to see.

It is an independent building with a well-landscaped garden outside. If there were not a street sign in the garden indicating that the building in front was a sanatorium, one would have thought it was a suburban European-style manor or something.

Ou Weisheng walked towards the building of the sanatorium in a leisurely manner. As soon as he entered the main entrance, someone came to greet him.

"Hello, Mr. Ou?" The visitor was wearing a nurse's uniform. He looked thirty years old. The badge read "Head Nurse" and he had a kind smile on his face.

Ou Weisheng nodded.

"Excuse me, do you have an appointment? Which patient do you need to see?"

"Hmm." Ou Weisheng pursed his lips slightly, his eyes seemed to be struggling, and he paused for a moment before saying, "Room 07, Cheng Yukuan."

The head nurse nodded and said, "Okay, please wait a moment, because it's getting late now. I'm going to see if Mr. Cheng is asleep. If he's still awake, I'll ask him if he can see you now."

"

After all, Cheng Yukuan is also a super VIP, and his status is no lower than that of Ou Weisheng, so even if he is Ou Sheng's boss, he still has to get Cheng Yukuan's consent if he wants to see Cheng Yukuan.

Ou Weisheng nodded. In fact, he didn't have much thought in his mind. How could that old guy meet him?

I guess if the nurse asked, the answer she would get would be no.

So I stood in the corridor bored, and even went to the vending machine to buy a can of instant coffee and drank it by myself. The nurse came over quickly with a smile on her face.

"Mr. Ou, please come with me. Mr. Cheng is still awake and will not refuse to meet you."

As he spoke, the head nurse made a leading gesture, beckoning him to follow.

After Ou Weisheng heard this answer that was different from what he expected, he hesitated for a moment. His footsteps stopped for a while without any movement, and then he caught up with the nurse.

Room 07 can be regarded as the most comfortable and luxurious ward in the recuperation department. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is the VIP among VIPs. It is accompanied by high recuperation prices. The cost for a day can reach five figures, which is almost the same as that of a luxury hotel.

There is no difference in price for deluxe suites.

It is located on one side of the nursing home building, and there is even an independent courtyard at the back, which leads out from the floor-to-ceiling windows of the ward for the exclusive use of the nursing patients living in this ward.

The head nurse had already walked to the door of Room 07, and gently knocked on the door. The door was not closed tightly. A crack in the door was open, and the dim light from the desk lamp could be seen inside.

Then the head nurse smiled and said to Ou Weisheng, "Mr. Ou, please come in. Mr. Cheng is inside."

After the head nurse left, Ou Weisheng stood alone at the door.

To enter or not to enter, that becomes a question.

Until an old voice came from inside the door, "Why don't you come in? I can't eat you either."

The voice seemed to have been worn by many vicissitudes of life, and was slightly hoarse. For some reason, just such a voice seemed to be able to make people hear the kind of decline that the oil was about to run out and the lamp was about to dry up.

Just hearing this sound, Ou Weisheng frowned and felt irritable in his heart.

He pushed the door open directly and stood in the room.

"I just came to see if you were dead, or to see your current miserable condition, it would somewhat comfort my boring life."

Ou Weisheng's words were actually very rude. He only realized it once he entered the ward. In the ward, only Cheng Yukuan's bedside had a not particularly bright desk lamp on. The dim light of the desk lamp somehow made people feel lazy.

Feel.

The old man lying on the hospital bed had a nasogastric tube inserted into his nose, and he held an oxygen mask in his hand, holding it close to his mouth and nose to inhale. His hair had fallen out, and his face was particularly ugly. That's how he looked like a vegetable.

His eyes were half-opened and half-closed. The shrewd and calm majestic gaze that had characterized him all his life was gone, replaced by the turbidity in his old eyes.

There are many wrinkles on his face. Cheng Yukuan now no longer has half of the majesty that dominated the shopping mall in the past, or the decisive and strong majesty.

He just looked like a terminally ill old man.

"I'm not dead yet. It seems I want to disappoint you." Cheng Yukuan took away the oxygen mask, said this in a weak and hoarse voice, and immediately continued to hold the oxygen mask and breathe oxygen.

"Ha..." Ou Weisheng sneered, "But you are miserable enough. Cheng Yukuan, the founder of Dangtang Jiahe, has ended up in this situation. What's the use of having money? The nurses outside are talking about you as a fallen tree.

Hozen scattered."

What he told was the truth, Cheng Yukuan could not refute it, his cloudy old eyes were a bit dim.

In fact, I have been thinking about it a lot recently. The word "desolate" seems to refer to him, Cheng Yukuan. He makes so much money, was admired by so many people in the past, and lived with so many people looking up to him, but now...

It seems that when people reach this kind of deadline, they always start to miss the past, and their mood becomes much more peaceful. They will regret the things they have done, and they will also feel sad.

Maybe this is because people who are about to die have good words. He didn't even feel angry because of Ou Weisheng's words, but felt a little sad for no reason.

"You harmed my mother and made me live in a hellish reality since I was a child. You harmed Mi Heng and made Cheng Ke never really happy for seven years. When he finally found happiness, you threatened that stupid woman Wen Xiaoxi.

, she and Cheng Ke were separated for five years. You harmed Chengcheng, so that he never had a complete family from birth. You harmed Cheng Ke, so that he lived in hell for a total of twelve years and suffered.

Torture. How many twelves can there be in life?

Year? I'm glad that none of us are like you. We all have your blood in our bones, but none of us are like you. This is the most fortunate thing for me, so no matter now or in the future, we can live happily.

, and never have to worry that you will end up like you when we get old, because we are not like you. I am really, very lucky. You are not my father, you are just the person who happened to give me the other half of my genes."
Chapter completed!