When people get old, they are worried, and when the water is deep, they cannot flow rapidly.

About getting old, it is always a sad topic that can’t be discussed.

Looking at Wang Mang, who was obviously old, I could not associate him with the domineering man who once was full of momentum, shouted at Tianyu, and pushed his hands.

"It's not a big deal, why do you look sicker than me?" Wang Mang put down the quilt in his hand, held my right hand with his left hand, and gently patted the back of my hand with his right hand and smiled slightly: "Actually, I'm really fine. I suddenly remembered that more than ten years ago, when I arrived in Yangcheng, I drank rice wine in a small restaurant in Haizhu District. I don't know why I suddenly greedy for this, so I came over for a walk."

I rolled my eyes and muttered, "I don't know what my body is, I'm still drinking..."

After saying that, I suddenly realized that I felt like I had a special feeling that my son loved me.

"This is really true, I really don't know what kind of body I have." Wang Mang shook his head and sighed: "Just like I always feel that I am still the burly young man holding a cold knife and a hero who is picking a gun, but in fact, I can't even control my cough when I smoke an extra cigarette."

When I heard him say this, I was silent for a moment because I didn't know what to say to relieve him.

"Crazy, please help me out to buy a bowl of noodles. After leaving the hospital, you will walk north. After about two transportation posts, you can see a one called Achun Noodle Restaurant. The chicken sauce noodles he made are very good." Wang Mang raised his head and greeted Li Junfeng.

"Okay." Li Junfeng turned around and went out without hesitation.

"The appetite is pretty good. If you have a good appetite, it means nothing is wrong. When you get better, let's make an appointment with Chang Fei to fish together." I squeezed out a smile and tucked the blanket for him and said, "Asheng is back too. Don't you say he is more talented than me in fishing. Let's compare when looking back."

"Langlang, people say that they know destiny in fifty, and they know their destiny with sixty. I can feel anything when I wander between fifty and sixty." Wang Mang pursed his lips and said, "I have a feeling that if I lie down, it may be difficult for me to get up any longer."

"It's all nonsense. A man in his fifties and sixties is very fierce. My neighbor's uncle, who is in his sixties, still divorced his wife, and was clamoring to marry another wife." I interrupted him anxiously, staring at him and muttered: "Didn't you just say it yourself, nothing happened."

"Hehe..." Wang Mang smiled perfunctorily, got up with great difficulty, and flipped out a brown-black wallet from the drawer of the bedside table next to him.

The style of the wallet is very old, and the outer skin is even greasy. There are several places that are even broken. It can be seen that it has been used for a long time. For people like Wang Mang, it wouldn't be sad if they don't say they throw a few LVs a day, but at least it's OK to let yourself use a higher-grade wallet. It can be seen that this wallet is definitely very important to him.

He opened his wallet, pointed to a cigarette box-sized photo embedded inside and said, "This is the only family photo of our family. Xiaoying was only two years old at that time. Once I went to Shandong to do business. When I passed by Chong City, I went back and looked at the mother and daughter. Her mother insisted on taking photos with me."

The folds in the photo are very obvious. Wang Mang in the picture is referring to youth, and he is also combing the big "Chen Haonan"-style waves that were particularly popular in that era, which makes him look particularly erotic. The woman standing next to him, Wang Ying's mother, looks particularly quiet, and looks similar to Wang Ying's current appearance. A little girl like a tomboy in her arms should be Wang Ying's original.

Wang Mang stretched out his thin fingers to gently stroke the photo, and his face filled with memories and muttered softly: "Xiaoying was so naughty when she was a child. She took photos for a while, peed me and pulled my hair several times. In the blink of an eye, she grew so big."

I knew the old man was missing his daughter, so he smiled and comforted: "Uncle, I have contacted Xiaoying. She may be busy. I will come here after seeing my text message."

Wang Mang's eyes leaped a few times, closed his wallet, and said in a deep voice: "She won't come. In her heart, she thought that no matter what I became, I deserve it. But what she thought was right. I was indeed my own fault when I fell to this point today. At that time, Xiaoying's mother cried and begged me not to leave, and even knelt down for me. I still left without looking back, and it has been so many years since I left."

I squirmed my lips twice, not answering his words. Wang Ying was his housework, no matter whether he was right or wrong, and it was not appropriate for me to be a foreigner to interfere with him.

After we were silent for a few seconds, Wang Mang suddenly spoke: "Xiaolang, becoming old is a compulsory course in life, and becoming mature is an elective course in life. I will tell you this and let you see these things. I don't want to prove anything, I just want to tell you not to learn from me and make yourself mature so late."

"Well, I remember." I nodded slightly.

"Tait..."

At this time, a burst of rapid footsteps came from outside the room, followed by six or seven young and middle-aged men in suits and ties.

"Mr. Wang, your health is not important, right?"

"I'll make an appointment for the hospital for you. Mr. Wang, why don't you go abroad for a check-up."

After entering the house, the group of people surrounded Wang Mang and talked. When I saw that they were all senior executives of Qingyun International, I found an excuse to walk out.

In the corridor, I leaned against the wall and lit a cigarette.

In the ward, several senior executives were vaguely talking to Wang Mang.

"Mr. Wang, Duan Lei from Towolf Company borrowed more than 10 million from us some time ago. Do you think you need to urge me? You suddenly fell ill. If they don't admit it in the future...

"Yes, Mr. Wang, you'd better make a written request for the company's affairs. Wang Lang is so attentive to you, it's definitely not a good thing. After all, our Qingyun International has Xiaoying as the heir..."

"What will do? Do you want me to die soon and then bully Xiaoying Shao and not to worry about it, or do you hope that Qingyun International will close down soon? I am sick, but I am not blind. I know what Xiaolang is like to me better than you!" Before the senior executives finished talking, Wang Mang suddenly became furious.

Listening to the noisy communication in the room, I breathed a breath, stepped on the cigarette butt, and then walked straight to the medical office and asked softly at a doctor who was busy taking notes: "Doctor, what's going on with the patient in Ward 303? It's the old man next to the emergency room."

"You said you were in a coma?" The doctor looked back at me, picked up the medical record and read it a few times, and scolded him tightly: "Renal failure, heart rate is too fast, and there is a large shadow in the lungs. It needs further examination. It's not that I said you children, don't just make money and live your own life. Can you care more about the elderly? When he is gone one day, it will be useless for you to cry and blindly."

To be honest, I don’t understand the medical vocabulary he said, but it should be very serious. I immediately asked: “Is there any treatment for these diseases you just mentioned?”

The doctor looked me back and forth with a few glances and said, "You can control your heart rate too fast. Just make sure that your father is not too excited or sad. The shadows of the lungs need further examination and verification. As for renal failure, if conditions permit, you can find the kidney source, undergo transplantation, or dialysis."

A few minutes later, I came out of the ward, and after hesitating for a while, I dialed Wang Ying's number again.

The annoying waiting voice "beep...beep..." kept ringing, but Wang Ying over there refused to answer.

After making four or five consecutive calls to her but failed, I edited a text message and sent it to her.

After a while, Li Junfeng bought a bowl of chicken noodles that Wang Mang wanted to eat. Wang Mang also happened to send several senior executives away. After serving the old man, he chatted with him for a while. Seeing that it was getting late, I signaled Li Junfeng to go back first and I stayed to accompany the bed.

"You go too, your butt is so busy all day long that you don't have to waste your energy on me." Wang Mang waved his hand and drove me away: "Xiaolang, remember, as long as you Uncle Mang live for a day, Qingyun International and the Toulang will be a family. If one day I'm gone, I hope you can still treat Xiaoying as a family."

"Uncle, don't talk about these things, isn't it useless to have sex?" I frowned and interrupted: "You can definitely live longer than me. If you can't do it well, you can send me away."

"Haha, I'll lend you a good word." Wang Mang nodded with a laugh: "There is another thing. What you need to do with Chang Fei is to become a friend, not a subordinate, and be close to him, not a distance or close. However, don't really step into his circle. In the face of the big whirlpool of politics, no matter how big the organization or individual is, remember!"

"Okay, I remember." I slid my head hard.

"Take every step well and don't let yourself leave regrets." Wang Mang waved his hand and said goodbye to me.

After coming out of the ward, I dialed Zhang Xingyu's number directly.

"What's the matter?" This guy must be playing with his phone, and he picked it up almost instantly.

"Where have you been away these two days?" I asked in a deep voice.

"Uh..." Zhang Xingyu paused and changed the topic: "Is there anything wrong with seeing two good friends when I go out for a long trip?"

I didn't think much about it and said directly: "Didn't you say that there is your own private hospital in Tianmen and a few doctors with very good medical skills? Please contact me. Uncle Mang fell ill and his condition is quite serious, but he is quite resistant to treatment. I thought that when the time comes, I will send him to Shanghai."
Chapter completed!