"Doctor, how is the patient now? Why did he suddenly fall into a coma?" Zhai Cheng saw the operating - room door open and rushed over to inquire.
Although Zhai Qintian had once wanted to kill him, he just couldn't bring himself to hate the man.
The doctor gave him a slightly reproachful look and said in a rather unpleasant tone, "He's your father. Don't you have any idea about his condition?"
Zhai Cheng shook his head awkwardly. "I'm really ashamed. I actually don't know about his physical condition."
The doctor didn't pay much attention to him and walked straight towards the office. Zhai Cheng quickly chased after him, waiting for the doctor to tell him the result.
After returning to the office, the doctor simply cleaned himself up and then seriously sized him up before speaking calmly, "Your father has cancer. Judging from his condition, there should have been signs before. Didn't any of you notice?"
It seemed that he really wasn't a good son. He didn't even know that Zhai Qintian was so seriously ill.
"You young people only know how to work every day. If you took some time to accompany your family, maybe things wouldn't be like this." The doctor's tone was still unpleasant, and he frowned involuntarily as he sighed.
Zhai Cheng knew that he had indeed been thoughtless about this matter. He didn't dare to refute the doctor's scolding and could only silently accept it.
After the doctor rambled on for a while, his indignation seemed to subside, and his expression looked a bit better.
"Spend more time with him in the future." The doctor said somewhat awkwardly and then told Zhai Cheng some matters that needed attention.
Facing the doctor's rambling, Zhai Cheng seemed not to care at all. He carefully memorized the doctor's words.
When he returned to the ward after discussing with the doctor, Zhai Qintian was still unconscious.
After some inner struggle, Zhai Cheng finally sat on the stool beside the bed and looked at him with a complex expression, saying nothing.
Song Ge quietly stood behind him and let out an almost inaudible sigh.
Was this the so - called impermanence of life? If it hadn't been for that past misunderstanding, perhaps their family would still be a happy one.
It was a pity that fate played tricks on them.
"Who let you come here? Get out of here!"
Zhai Qintian's furious voice abruptly pulled Song Ge back from her thoughts. When she looked up, she saw Zhai Qintian's hate - filled eyes.
"The doctor said you shouldn't get too emotional now." Zhai Cheng forced a bitter smile and tried to sound as calm as possible.
But Zhai Qintian completely ignored him. He stared fixedly into Zhai Cheng's eyes, full of hatred. "You still care about me? If you really cared about me, why don't you just die? How about dying with me?"
Zhai Cheng's heart gradually turned cold. He looked at Zhai Qintian in disbelief. Even at this moment, Zhai Qintian still wanted him dead so badly.
Why had he never noticed it before? Was he too stupid or had Zhai Qintian hidden it too well?
Zhai Cheng felt inexplicably exhausted and didn't want to say anything.
Song Ge, who had been watching from the side, was really worried about Zhai Cheng and felt extremely heart - broken for him.
Being cursed like this by the man he had always regarded as his biological father, he must be feeling very uncomfortable.
"What's with that look on your face? Are you silently accusing me?" Zhai Qintian still wouldn't let him off and sneered, "I don't want to see you. Either die with me or get out."
The long - suppressed emotions finally got out of control. Zhai Cheng suddenly stood up, gave him a deep look, and then turned to leave.
"He's the son you've raised for twenty years. Do you know how much it hurts him when you keep forcing him to die like this?" Song Ge couldn't hold back any longer. She angrily rushed to his bedside and scolded him.
"We could all see how worried he was when you were in a coma. But the first thing you do when you wake up is to force him to die." Song Ge was so angry that her chest kept rising and falling, and her words were a bit choppy. "You don't deserve to be a father."
"I don't deserve it? He's not my son anyway." Zhai Qintian got angry too and angrily slapped the bed.
After all, he had raised Zhai Cheng for twenty years. Didn't he have any feelings for him at all? Song Ge couldn't understand.
Song Ge sneered and sarcastically said without mercy, "Since that's the case, just stay here alone and recuperate."
After saying that, she didn't say anything more and ran outside. Zhai Cheng had just left the hospital not long ago, and she was a bit worried about him.
It had been half a month since they returned from the hospital. During these half - month, Zhai Cheng had completely shut himself off.
He never stepped out of the house, completely ignored all the company matters, and just stayed alone in his room all day.
At first, Song Ge had patiently persuaded him, but gradually she stopped trying and just quietly stayed by his side.
On this day, the weather was nice. Zhai Cheng unexpectedly went out to the balcony to soak up the sun, although he still said nothing.
"Shall we go out for a walk? Just in the yard," Song Ge squatted down so that they were at eye - level.
Zhai Cheng shook his head and closed his eyes to rest.
In half a month, he had become extremely haggard. He had a stubbly beard and a pale face, looking like a walking corpse.
Song Ge was anxious seeing this but felt helpless.
Sighing, Song Ge turned around and left helplessly.
"Hey, Yilan. Are you free now?" Song Ge curled up on the sofa and dialed Wu Yilan's phone number with a bit of depression.
Hearing this, Wu Yilan immediately sensed something was wrong and quickly replied, "I'm free. What's wrong with you? Did something happen?"
Her tone was very anxious, as if she would rush over immediately if something happened to Song Ge.
"I seem to have really run into trouble." Song Ge explained in a muffled voice. Her eyes suddenly felt sore. "What should I do now? If this goes on, I'm afraid he really won't be able to hold on."
Song Ge first murmured helplessly for a few words and then roughly told Wu Yilan about the whole thing.
"Do you know what he's like now? He's really like a walking corpse." Song Ge sniffed and sighed again.
Wu Yilan usually had the most creative ideas, so Song Ge had chosen to ask her for help. But after she had finished explaining the situation, Wu Yilan remained silent on the other end of the phone and didn't answer for a long time.