Six years later, she took three milk balls to blow up the world

Haicheng, the first hospital.

Mr. Zhan, who had just been discharged from the hospital, was sent back to the hospital for rescue. The best experts led several people to rescue him for several hours before his condition stabilized.

When Mr. Zhan fainted, Mrs. Bai was at the Bai Mansion accompanying Theresa and the little princess Amy who were about to return to Country M.

Suddenly hearing the news that Mr. Zhan had fainted, Mrs. Bai was so frightened that her heart almost stopped.

After rushing to the hospital, she stayed outside the emergency room, her nerves always tense.

It wasn't until Mr. Zhan was pushed out of the emergency room and the doctor said that he was fine for the time being that Mrs. Bai felt a little relieved.

But her nerves were too tense before, her heartstrings suddenly relaxed, her body swayed, and she almost lost her balance.

"Grandma!"

Zhan Mochen and An Yan, who came to the side after hearing the news, were shocked. They quickly supported Mrs. Bai and asked the doctor to check Mrs. Bai's body.

Mrs. Bai refused, and insisted on accompanying Mr. Zhan, who had just woken up, back to the ward.

Mr. Zhan opened his eyes slightly and saw Mrs. Bai's worried face. His heart tightened and he tried his best to raise his hand to comfort her: "Yunping... I, it doesn't matter..."

"Stop talking!" Madam Bai quickly stopped him, wanting him to have a good rest.

Just looking at Mr. Zhan who was dying like this, Mrs. Bai couldn't help turning her back and her eyes were red.

He was obviously fine when she went out in the morning, why did he suddenly become like this?

Could it be that there are sequelae from the last operation?
  The more Mrs. Bai thought about it, the more worried she became. She got up and went to the doctor again to find out what was going on.

The doctor was speechless due to the instructions from Zhan Mochen and Mr. Zhan, so he could only find a vague explanation.

"The old man fell ill this time. Maybe he didn't get enough rest recently and got a little angry... The vomiting of blood caused by the surge of air in the lungs has nothing to do with the heart."

"Will getting angry cause the airflow in the lungs to surge?" Mrs. Bai was dubious.

"This……"

Cold sweat broke out on the doctor's forehead, and he gave a firm answer: "Yes, getting angry is very harmful to the elderly. From now on, the old man should pay more attention to cardiovascular and cerebrovascular problems and pay more attention to his emotions."

The doctor spoke more fluently, but Mrs. Bai still seemed to understand.

But since the doctor said that I haven't had a good rest recently, it may be that I am really tired.

Mr. Zhan was keen on taking her on trips some time ago. For someone at such an old age, how could he not get sick after all this messing around?
  Mrs. Bai figured it out, so she stopped pursuing it and went back to guard Mr. Zhan.

Others also breathed a sigh of relief.

No one must know why the old man fainted.

The old housekeeper wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. Zhan Mochen glanced at him silently, then looked away calmly.

Grandpa never mentioned the ongoing investigation to him, but the police station informed him when they gave clues.

The old man must have found out the ending arranged by Gu Shiyuan. He couldn't bear the blow and became seriously ill.

Zhan Mochen sighed, asked someone to take care of the old man, turned around and went out to call Gu Shiyuan to inform him of the situation.

Gu Shiyuan on the other side of the phone heard the news that the old man was ill. He was silent for a long time, and finally hung up the phone without saying anything.

The next night, near midnight, Mrs. Bai was taken back to rest by An Yan, and Zhan Mochen was also preparing to go home.

He turned his head and suddenly found a familiar figure appearing in front of him.

Gu Shiyuan rushed back from Country M overnight and appeared in disguise outside Mr. Zhan's ward.

Zhan Mochen's heart skipped a beat and he walked up to him calmly: "The old man just fell asleep. Do you want to go in and take a look?"

"Ah."

Gu Shiyuan nodded and walked into the ward with gentle steps.

The nurse was standing by and saw someone coming in. When he was about to take a closer look, he saw Zhan Mochen waving to him.
  The caregiver quickly retreated. Zhan Mochen and Gu Shiyuan were the only two people left in the ward, standing in front of the old man's bed.

Gu Shiyuan took off his sunglasses and looked at Mr. Zhan's expression through the weak light of the bedside lamp.

The moment he was sure that Mr. Zhan's face was rosy, he let out a long sigh of relief, and finally felt relieved a lot from what he had been worried about along the way.

But seeing Mr. Zhan's frown tightly in his sleep, an indescribable guilt still filled his heart, making him unable to help but feel sore eyes.

In order to cover it up, Gu Shiyuan turned around and tucked in the quilt for Mr. Zhan to forcefully control his emotions.

The light fell on him, casting a large shadow on the hospital bed. It was the first time that the biological father and son were so close.

But the closest distance can only be like this.

In this life, there is an insurmountable chasm between them that can never be crossed.

When he turned around again, Gu Shiyuan had calmed down and his expression had returned to calmness.

He picked up the case book on the bedside and looked at it carefully, and warned Zhan Mochen.

"Pay more attention to the old man's mood in the future, and don't make him happy or angry."

"Yeah." Zhan Mochen responded in a low voice.

Gu Shiyuan stood there for a moment, looked at the time, and prepared to leave.

"I have to rush back to Country M, so I'll leave first."

"...Okay." Zhan Mochen wanted to persuade him to stay, but in the end he just nodded in a difficult voice.

Mrs. Si is getting older and older, and the burden of accompanying and protecting Si Yejing almost entirely falls on Gu Shiyuan alone.

It was extremely difficult for Gu Shiyuan to find time to fly back.

but……

Just when Gu Shiyuan was about to step out of the ward, Zhan Mochen stopped him.

"dad."

A gentle call instantly pinned Gu Shiyuan to the spot.

He turned around and looked at Zhan Mochen with a complicated expression. He wanted to answer, but he felt ashamed to face him.

But Zhan Mochen stopped him not because of his father-son affection.

Zhan Mochen looked back at Mr. Zhan, who was still sleeping, and there was a hint of pleading in his tone: "You have to give grandpa such a cruel result, can't you leave him some thoughts?"

It's been so long since what happened back then, and it's obvious that a confusing illusion can be created to prevent the old man from being despondent and suffering such a big blow.

But Gu Shiyuan chose the most cruel result.

Rationally, Zhan Mochen knew that this was a good way to make the old man give up completely.

But emotionally, he couldn't face the sadness and brokenness in the old man's eyes.

Facing the questioning from his biological son, Gu Shiyuan didn't speak for a while.

Zhan Mochen didn't say anything anymore, just stared at Gu Shiyuan, persistently wanting an answer.

After a long time, Gu Shiyuan lowered his eyes, covering up the pain under his eyes, and answered resolutely.

"Mo Chen, since I am destined to have no way to come back in this life, there is no need to cause trouble to anyone. It was my fault that the old man became seriously ill this time, but this ending is not a lie."

"The man back then definitely died in the fire. The one who survived was just a puppet who couldn't help himself."

"I'm sorry, I hope you can forgive me."

Gu Shiyuan finished speaking slowly, bowed his head slightly to apologize to Zhan Mo Chen, then turned around and went out, never looking back. (End of chapter)