My autobiography is definitely not a tragedy!-Chapter 1030 - 603: The Pitiful

Not to mention what a chaotic scene it was at the Su City criminal investigation team when Wang Zhao Ping brought the "walking 3 million US dollars" back to the police station.

The Iwazaki family in Fusang also received the news immediately...

"What? They’ve found him?! Hmm! Hmm... Good, good, good! That’s great!"

The man excitedly hung up the phone and turned to Iwazaki Hanzo, who was lying on the hospital bed, and exclaimed.

"Father! We’ve finally found Hideyoshi! Our people have already gone over!"

"Good~ good~" The bedridden Iwazaki Hanzo, unable to move, finally showed a trace of a long-lost smile on his face, saying ’good’ twice.

"How...is the person?"

"Don’t worry, Father. I heard he just got some minor injuries from hiding in the woods. It’s nothing serious."

"Good! Send more...people...make sure...to protect him well..."

"Yes! I understand!"

"And...bring him back...as soon as possible..."

The man hesitated for a moment, looking at the frail Iwazaki Hanzo, as if he understood the man’s intentions.

"Father, you..."

"I can’t...hold on much longer..."

Iwazaki Hanzo sighed with difficulty.

As the toxins invaded, his physical condition was increasingly grim.

From being able to barely finish a complete sentence at the beginning, he could now only utter a few short syllables.

Just as the doctor had predicted, soon he would completely lose his ability to speak and become a vegetative state with only consciousness remaining...

If Iwazaki Hideyoshi couldn’t be found soon, he had already thought of a few other candidates for succession in his mind.

However, these people were either of mediocre ability, had character flaws, or were from collateral branches—all not his ideal choice.

No matter whom he appointed as a successor, he couldn’t bring himself to hand over the family to them with peace of mind.

Luckily, at the final moment, heaven did not forsake him...

"Yes! I will send a special plane over to bring Hideyoshi back as quickly as possible!"

The man dared not slack off, immediately made a call, and arranged everything swiftly.

After all, this concerned his son’s legitimate right of succession. If the old man passed away before the son returned, God knows what trouble the other eager family members might stir up.

"Hmm! Go and...call Lawyer Tanaka..."

"...Yes! I’ll go at once!"

He knew the old man was preparing to make his will.

With a mix of complexity and excitement, the man quickly left the room to make arrangements.

Left alone in the room, Iwazaki Hanzo revealed a relieved expression...

Meng Lang from ’Living’ couldn’t bear half paralysis for just three months before swallowing sleeping pills.

People who have never been paralyzed will never understand the pain and despair of a soul trapped in a body, struggling to no avail.

And like Iwazaki Hanzo, fully paralyzed,

losing what little feeling he had, waiting slowly for death...it’s the most cruel of punishments in this world.

If not for the responsibility of the family head, Iwazaki Hanzo might have opted for euthanasia long ago.

Now that Hideyoshi has finally been found, and once the will is announced, he can finally be free...

...

At the same time, wanting relief as much as Iwazaki Hanzo, was Yan Feng, also "forced" to lie in a hospital bed...

"Weiwei! I just wanted to get up and move around a bit."

"No way. Do you think it’s the same as before? Didn’t you say yesterday that your head hurt and you felt weak? You need at least two days to recuperate."

"I’m really fine now. The headache came and went quickly. I feel much better now."

"That won’t do. I looked it up online. You shouldn’t engage in strenuous exercise or overexertion...

In any case, now you just lie there and be observed a bit longer.

Oh, and you should cut back on those beauties you love watching on Douyin and comedy videos. The doctor said you need to keep a stable mood, understood?"

Yan Feng couldn’t help but twitch at the corner of his mouth.

Not letting him get out of bed or even use his phone, he truly experienced the agony of lying in bed all day like a corpse.

The past couple of days Yan Weiwei seemed like she was treating every day as if it were Yan Feng’s last.

She was unbelievably attentive, not leaving his side. While feeling touched, Yan Feng also found himself suffering but enjoying it.

At first, he cherished the tender care from his rebellious little daughter, enjoying the comfort of having fruit fed to him.

But his condition was all just an act!

He had acted so weak and as if he were about to die just to make it believable yesterday.

You can’t be lively the very next day, can you?

Yan Weiwei insisted he do nothing but lie still and rest. Even going to the bathroom required Fan Shigang’s support and supervision, fearing he might have an accident inside.

Even the food was plain, with no rich or greasy dishes allowed.

This really suffocated Yan Feng.

He neither ate nor slept well.

Usually unable to sit still, Yan Feng had lain there for two consecutive days, his body feeling like hundreds of ants were crawling all over it but was too afraid to move much.

Yan Weiwei was not easily fooled. If he exposed any flaw, all the work would have been for nothing...

"Then, I’ll just go downstairs for a walk, get some air; otherwise, these old bones might rust."

Yan Feng looked pitiably at Yan Weiwei; she finally nodded helplessly.

"Alright then, I’ll get the wheelchair."

"No...no need. I can walk myself."

"How can that work? I didn’t do well before. Now, let me take good care of you.

Once you feel better in a couple of days and are discharged, I’ll take you to the big hospitals in Shanghai, or if that doesn’t work, we’ll go to Beijing, then abroad...

We’ll try more things; maybe something will work."

Yan Feng felt a jolt.

Arranging this act once was fuss enough. If more were required, his old bones might truly not withstand...

And in foreign hospitals, we don’t have connections; this act can’t be staged...

"Ah! Forget it, I’ve lived to this age, even if I get treated, how many more years can I live?

Life and death are predestined, wealth and honor are in the hands of heaven. I don’t want to keep struggling.

I’ve decided to get discharged tomorrow and go back to Anxi to spend my final days peacefully.

If you really care about me, don’t let me suffer in my last days like this. As long as I can live out the remaining days well, I’ll be satisfied..."

Yan Weiwei’s eyes immediately turned red.

She knew Yan Feng was speaking the truth.

What she didn’t know was that Yan Feng’s words were prepared in advance...

Seeing that Yan Weiwei didn’t oppose, Yan Feng secretly felt relieved.

He gently smiled and patted Yan Weiwei’s hand.

"My only wish now is to see you settle down and establish your career before I die. If you could bring back a grandson for me to hold, I’d rest in peace, haha..."

Yan Weiwei: "..."

"Click~"

Just as Yan Weiwei was caught up in her thoughts, the door to the ward suddenly opened.

Meng Lang came in carrying a lunchbox, just in time to see Yan Weiwei pushing Yan Feng, who was sitting in a wheelchair, looking like they were about to leave.

"Hm? Elder Yan is going out?"

"Hm! I’m taking him out for some fresh air." Yan Weiwei secretly wiped away the tears from the corner of her eyes.

Watching this scene, Meng Lang’s mouth twitched.

Alright, alright, getting emotional, huh? You’ll be crying later...

"Why are you here?" Yan Weiwei asked.

"Oh! Haitang had something come up and couldn’t make it, so she sent me to bring you food. I got a bit delayed, but I’m not too late, am I?"

"No worries, Xiao Meng being here makes me very happy. Weiwei, quickly get Xiao Meng a chair."

"No need, I’ll be going soon. I was initially worried about Elder Yan’s health, but seeing his complexion, I’m relieved."

"Hm! It’s nothing serious anymore, so I’m planning to get discharged tomorrow."

"Tomorrow? So soon?"

"Hm! I’ve been out for long enough; it’s time to go home, say goodbye to my old friends, and... choose a good burial site..." Yan Feng said with a weary look.

Haha! Seems like you’re scared of getting exposed and want to make a quick escape...

Meng Lang thought sarcastically.

But if this guy slips away, it’d be hard to explain to Yan Weiwei, with nothing left to prove...

Can I really crack open Yan Feng’s skull to show Yan Weiwei if there’s a tumor in there?

Ah! Forget it, I’ve let you enjoy two days of father-daughter harmony. That’s worth 500 million, right?

"Let’s not talk about ominous things, let’s eat first..." Yan Weiwei, a bit down, went to prepare food for Yan Feng.

"The patient in bed 18 needs an IV now."

At this moment, a nurse walked in.

Yan Feng cooperated by extending his hand so the young nurse could insert the needle into the IV line.

As the nurse hung the medicine bottle on the rack, Meng Lang deliberately put on a surprised expression.

"Huh? Nurse, why doesn’t this medicine bottle have a label explaining the medication?"

"Uh..."

The young nurse was momentarily stunned, a hint of panic in her eyes.

"Um... it must have accidentally been torn off when fetching the medicine?"

"Accidentally? Is that okay? I remember there’s a national regulation that all hospitals’ medicines must have labels indicating the name and purpose; what if the wrong medicine is used?

I’ve heard some hospitals substitute expensive imported medicines with cheaper products; your hospital isn’t profiteering, right?"

Hearing this, the nurse’s eyes showed even more panic.

What’s this? Usually, nobody makes a fuss about a missing label on an IV bottle?

"I... I’m not sure, maybe you should ask the attending physician yourself." She said and quickly left.

"Hey! You... I’ve never seen such an irresponsible nurse..."

Meng Lang looked furious, while Yan Weiwei stared blankly at the medicine, then shifted her gaze to Yan Feng.

Yan Feng’s heart skipped a beat, his eyes slightly wavered, and his face turned a bit unnatural.

Yan Weiwei’s suspicion deepened.

She silently took down the medicine, opened the lid, and sniffed it.

Frowning, she dipped a finger and tasted it, and her face instantly turned grim.

In a flash, scenes from the past two days flashed through her mind like a lantern reel, and suddenly, many things became clear.

The old man Yan Feng sensed trouble, intending to secretly roll his wheelchair away, but the next moment he was held firmly by a pair of strong hands on the wheelchair’s armrests...

"Where are you going?"

"Uh... Weiwei! Listen to my explanation..."

"Haha..."

Yan Weiwei gritted her teeth, clenching her fists so they creaked.

"Bravo! Your acting’s really good! Didn’t you just say you wanted to stretch your muscles? Let me help you with that..."

"Eh? Wait, Weiwei! Let me explain, ouch! Not the face!" "Thud!"

"I’ll give you a brain tumor! Your final days! Rest in peace, right? I’ll fulfill that!" "Ah~ My arm! My arm’s about to break..." "Thud thud thud!"

Meng Lang regretfully closed one eye.

Tsk tsk! Too tragic!

Watching this cruel scene, though self-inflicted, it’s hard not to feel a bit sorry.

When empathy kicks in, the world is full of pitiable people.

When karma kicks in, there’s not a single pitiable person in the world...

He quietly walked out of the ward and closed the door.

Meng Lang sighed helplessly.

"Sigh, even after witnessing the apocalypse multiple times, I still can’t bear to see such bloody scenes."