Chapter 7727 Shooting and committing suicide...(11)

The car was parked outside the hospital.

Bodyguards lined up, and Yan Songyuan was still supported by the housekeeper and entered the hospital.

When he arrived at the door of the intensive care unit, Yan Songyuan obtained the right to visit and the nurse led him in, but it only took ten minutes.

Yan Jia had just had a craniotomy operation, and a thick circle of white gauze wrapped around his head, lying quietly.

Yan Songyuan hadn't seen Yan Jia for a long time. Last time, the father and son had a big fight, or... every time they talked, there would be fierce quarrels, never exception.

They don’t look like father and son, they are clearly enemies.

He often told others that Yan Jia was here to collect debts, took away the life of his beloved woman, and tortured him for half his life.

But now this little debt collector has not yet claimed his life, but he is lying here, life and death are uncertain.

Yan Songyuan looked at his youngest son through the protective suit. This was the one he loved to win for his life. It was the child his lover tried hard to protect. How could he hate him to the core?

Yan Jia's face was haggard on the hospital bed, his eyes were sunken, so thin that he couldn't see the human appearance. Even Yan Songyuan almost couldn't recognize this son.

The only one who glared at him and was arrogant and domineering son, who was obviously a dying patient, would leave this world at any time.

This thought existed in Yan Songyuan's mind for a few seconds, and his mind was blank. No... he could no longer lose this son, his only relative.

Yan Songyuan was out of control and tears flowed. Just as he was about to pounce on the hospital bed, the nurse grabbed him!

"Sir, the time is up."

Yan Songyuan refused to leave and tried his best to stay here, but several nurses pulled him away together and pulled him out of the intensive care unit with force.

As soon as he arrived outdoors, Yan Songyuan fell to the ground, crying loudly, regardless of anyone's gaze.

He cried so hard that he lost his beloved wife on that day many, many years ago.

No one dared to persuade Yan Songyuan, only the housekeeper sighed softly and grabbed his arm: "Chairman, the doctor said it's okay, the second young master is okay."

"You lied to me...even you started lied to me..." Yan Songyuan's voice choked and she couldn't cry, "He won't come back... Even if he is rescued, he will lie in the hospital like Afeng back then until his life is exhausted..."

No one can deceive him. He has been in the mall for many years and has never seen any kind of world before. He shot himself and shot a bullet through his head for a lifetime. Even if he was rescued, he could only become a vegetable.

This young son will never quarrel with him again, will never call him an old man arrogantly, and will never stand in front of him again.

They had been arguing for thirty years, quarreling like enemies, cursing each other, cursing each other. He even thought about whether the youngest son would not look at him on the day of his death, but he never thought that something would happen to Yan Jia.

How could he hate this young son? How could he hate him? He just always thinks of his deceased wife when he sees Yan Jia. Those memories are too painful and they will feel painful even if they touch them gently. His heart feels like it was cut by a knife, and blood is pouring on.

In the huge Yan family, he is the only one left.

When the rest of his life is only pain and sorrow, how should he, an old man over fifty years old, go through the rest of his life?

Yan Songyuan fell to the ground, crying like a child.
Chapter completed!