"Mr. Yu, Mr. Shen's hospitalization procedures have been completed. You can just pay the fee."
Yu Jinwen responded, "Okay, I'll be there soon."
Nan Song had a thought in her mind. When Yu Jinwen spoke again, she asked, "Are you in the hospital?"
She just heard "Mr. Shen", "It's Shen Liushu..."
"Myocardial infarction, plus gastric cancer."
Yu Jinwen's voice was slightly distorted by the airflow, and he couldn't hear much emotion. "The doctor said that the cancer cells spread quickly and there is not much time left."
Nan Song suddenly remembered that the last time he saw Shen Liushu, he felt that he was not very well. He did not expect that the situation was so serious.
She didn't know what to say for a moment. She was gloating about the misfortune, and her sympathy and comfort were too fake.
To be honest, she didn't have a good impression of Shen Liushu, and she couldn't feel any sympathy for his current situation. She just... felt a little sorry for Yu Jinwen.
It's really pitiful to have such a father.
"Little Song."
Yu Jinwen suddenly called her.
Nan Song, "Huh?"
Yu Jinwen: "Please comfort me."
"..."
This is really difficult for Nan Song, she is not very good at comforting people.
After thinking for a while, she said: "Don't be sad. Didn't Sima Qian say that everyone is destined to die? It may be heavier than Mount Tai, or lighter than a feather... eh."
Suddenly, he felt that these words could only be said to be "lighter than a feather" when applied to Shen Liushu, and Nan Song couldn't continue talking.
She quickly changed her rhetoric, "As the saying goes, wealth and wealth are determined by life and death. We have all died once, so let's take it easy. If you lose a scumbag father, you still have a stepfather, Lao Ding. It will hurt you very much."
Well, it seems like this sentence doesn't bring much comfort to people.
Nan Song was in a daze because of his own embarrassment, but Yu Jinwen's faint laughter came over, "Xiao Song, you are really bad at comforting people."
"..."
"But when I hear your voice, I feel comfortable."
In fact, for Yu Jinwen, it didn't matter what Nan Song told him, what mattered most was that she was willing to talk to him.
No matter what she said, he liked to hear it.
After picking up the phone, Yu Jinwen went to pay the hospitalization fee and returned to the ward. The nurse said: "Mr. Yu, your father is awake."
Yu Jinwen entered the ward, and Shen Liushu opened his eyes and looked at him. His beautiful eyes, which had fascinated thousands of girls when he was young, were somewhat muddy by the world and the years.
"I helped you get admitted to the hospital."
Yu Jinwen put a pile of sheets on the bedside table and pressed it with a vase, "I asked the nurse to help notify your family members. They will be here soon."
They, of course, refer to Zhuo Yue's family.
Shen Liushu's voice was weak, "I'm sorry to trouble you. In fact, I don't need to be hospitalized. I know I don't have much time left, and it would be a waste of money to treat this disease."
Yu Jinwen was noncommittal, "You can discuss this matter with your family, I have no right to interfere."
He turned around and was about to leave, but Shen Liushu called him from behind, "A Jin..."
Yu Jinwen stopped for a moment, "Is there anything else?"
Shen Liushu looked at him, almost begging: "Can you let your mother come and see me? I want to see her, just once..."
"No need."
Yu Jinwen said indifferently: "You are no longer husband and wife, and she has no obligation to take care of you. I hope you will not disturb her again in the future, and take care of each other."