My autobiography is definitely not a tragedy!-Chapter 1014 - 588: Two Teachers (2)

"Hmm... So you weren’t present for the later check-ups then?"

"Yeah, the nurse kept me outside."

"I see..."

"What’s wrong?" Seeing Meng Lang looking thoughtful, Fan Shigang wondered if he had done something wrong.

"Oh, it’s nothing. I was just thinking that it’s mealtime, and surely they’re hungry too. Why don’t you, Brother Fan, go outside and buy some food?"

"Oh! No problem! I’ll go right away!"

Watching Fan Shigang leave, Meng Lang pondered for a moment before heading to the earlier consultation room.

But before he even entered, he heard faint voices inside.

"Xiao Fang, for the patient in intensive care ward bed 18, go hang two bottles of glucose, oh and make sure to tear off the labels!"

"Okay, Doctor Zhao."

Meng Lang: "..."

Leaning against the wall, he waited for a while until the little nurse inside left, then he turned and entered the consultation room...

Behind the desk, Doctor Zhao was reviewing patient records and instinctively looked up as someone entered.

"May I ask what’s... huh? Weren’t you just..."

He had just raised his hand to point at the visitor when it was warmly clasped by Meng Lang, who shook it firmly.

"That’s right, I’m just a relative of Elder Yan. Thank you, Doctor Zhao, for your cooperation! If it weren’t for your help, things wouldn’t have gone so smoothly!"

Before the slightly bewildered Doctor Liu could react, a square, hard card was slipped into his white coat pocket by the young man in front of him.

"This is a token from the elder for me to give you, a small appreciation, nothing big!"

"Oh, what’s this for? No, no!"

Having seen such scenes many times, Doctor Zhao reflexively went to return the "bank card," but his hand was firmly held down.

"Eh! The elder said, this matter owes much to Doctor Zhao’s help; it’s only right! Just hope Doctor Zhao can keep it confidential!"

"Oh, come now... the director’s request, just a minor task, there’s really no need...

You can rest assured, I won’t divulge a word of it; quickly take back your stuff!"

Doctor Zhao went to retrieve the card again but was held back.

"It’s necessary! The elder is worried, afraid that if Miss Weiwei comes to find you later..."

"Oh, I’ll be retiring next week; where would she look for me!"

Meng Lang: "..."

Well then! Finally cracked the case!

As expected...

Yan Feng, you tricky old man, couldn’t succeed with your discreet plans, so you’re trying the pity strategy now!

"Quickly, take back your stuff; it doesn’t look good to affect things like this..." Doctor Zhao continued to refuse, pulling out the "bank card" from his pocket to give back to Meng Lang...

This time he successfully got it out.

But suddenly feeling the texture seemed off, he focused closely on his hand to see...

Uh... strange, why does this "bank card" look somewhat like a transit card.

Is my presbyopia getting worse?

Or is it some kind of transit-collaboration card?

Just before he could examine further, Meng Lang had smoothly reclaimed his transit card, hiding it in his palm, and gave Doctor Zhao’s hand a firm shake.

"Alright, alright, didn’t expect Doctor Zhao to be so noble in character and professional ethics; I’ve been presumptuous, farewell!"

"Eh! You..."

Doctor Zhao stared in bewilderment as the young man turned and left without saying a word.

No, are you just giving up like that?

Don’t you understand the rule of three?

Push a little more, at least give me a third chance to refuse before leaving?

Why doesn’t the young person follow the script?

...

Meanwhile, in the intensive care room.

Not long after Meng Lang and the others left, Yan Feng’s fingers suddenly twitched.

"Ugh~"

Yan Weiwei quickly stood up.

"Dad, you’re awake?"

"Ugh... Weiwei? Where am I?" Yan Feng opened his eyes, looking around at his surroundings, bewildered.

"You just fainted, now you’re in the hospital."

"Fainted?"

Facing Yan Feng’s puzzled look, Yan Weiwei really didn’t know how to start explaining, so she turned her head and stammered.

"Um... that... it’s not a big problem, the doctor said it might be because of the travel fatigue these days..."

However, Yan Feng looked at Yan Weiwei for a few seconds and then chuckled softly.

"Hehe! You girl, still so bad at lying, is my condition... very serious?"

"How could it be... you..."

"It’s been a long time since you called me dad, hasn’t it?" Yan Feng suddenly said with a smile, then quietly looked at her.

Yan Weiwei: "..."

"So, what’s the illness I have?"

After a moment of silence, the suppressed emotions finally broke, and Yan Weiwei lay in front of Yan Feng’s hospital bed, choking and saying, "It’s... it’s brain cancer..."

"Oh~"

Surprisingly, Yan Feng seemed to accept this bad news very calmly, and then smiled and patted Yan Weiwei’s head.

"Silly girl, don’t be sad, birth, aging, illness, death, it’s all part of life.

Besides, I’ve lived to this age, there weren’t many years left anyway, it’s just..." Yan Feng paused, as if thinking of something, and sighed.

"There’s some regret, after all..."

Yan Weiwei: "..."

Yan Feng then turned his gaze to Lin Haitang standing behind Yan Weiwei, smiled and said.

"Haitang, you’re here too, sorry to have worried you all."

"Not at all, Uncle Yan, please don’t say that, we will handle things outside, you just rest and recover here."

"Mm... It’s Weiwei’s luck to have friends like you and Xiao Meng.

With you all taking care of her for me, I am very relieved."

He gently stroked Yan Weiwei’s hair with a kind expression.

"This girl may seem carefree, but she’s actually very sensitive inside and very emotional. The one she trusts and is closest to is you.

Haitang, promise me, if anything happens to me...

Take good care of her, don’t let her get hurt, okay?"

Lin Haitang, eyes slightly reddened, nodded.

"Uncle Yan, rest assured, we will definitely take good care of Weiwei, we won’t let her suffer any grievances."

Yan Feng smiled and nodded, then looked again at Yan Weiwei.

"Weiwei, I know your temperament, and I’ve thought a lot recently, a forced melon is not sweet.

From now on, I won’t force you anymore. Do what you love, as long as you’re happy...

Ah! Why am I blessed with such a precious daughter as you..."

Hearing Yan Feng’s words still full of love and affection, Yan Weiwei, her eyes filled with tears, couldn’t hold back her emotions anymore and lay on Yan Feng’s hospital bed, crying loudly...

"Dad! Waaaa..."

The scene was exceptionally touching.

But... if Meng Lang were here now, he’d definitely be dumbstruck and raise a big thumbs up.

Secretly uttering one word... Brilliant!

The skills in this Yan Feng, the movie emperor’s lines, say three parts like he wants to speak but stops, leave seven parts to the imagination.

Not a word about inheriting the family business, but full of disappointment and regret, just missing a sentence to fill in Weiwei’s heart...

Unable to expand the legacy left by the ancestors, feeling ashamed to face the ancestors once gone...

Knowing Weiwei has a sharp tongue but a soft heart, he finally plays the most emotional card with a retreat to advance, the deeper the father-daughter bond feels, the more guilty Weiwei will feel towards Yan Feng in the future!

Wouldn’t she then try everything to make up for the old man’s regrets?

The few words to Lin Haitang were even more wonderful, akin to Liu Dadao’s legacy words.

Is that entrusting the legacy? That’s forcing you to take a stance!

Everyone wants to sit on the emperor’s throne, but I’ve made my final trust in front of everyone, I trust you the most, would you dare to snatch A’Dou’s place?

The one Weiwei trusts the most is you, would you dare to fight her for a man?

He calculated that Lin Haitang is a person of great loyalty and feelings, just as they say, a gentleman can be deceived with a clear conscience.

Once a promise is made, your moral baseline will compel you to do it.

So... when Meng Lang returned, he saw just this scene.

Yan Weiwei weeping like pear blossoms in rain, even Lin Haitang had reddened eyes full of emotion.

Damn! How long was I gone?

Yan Feng, you sly dog, well done!

Oscar owes you a little golden statue!

Looking at this scene, it goes without saying, the person must have been swindled into a daze...

Why do they say there are only two teachers in life, one is time, the other is a con artist.

Fortunately, I had a cheat code, the two teachers fought it out.

In the end, time revealed the con artist!