Chapter 951: I'm Dying, Let Hanyu Come Back

"I have no regrets in this life; my only wish is to see my son one last time before I close my eyes!"

Shi Youxuan:...

Seeing her husband like this, Wang Yinghao also wiped away tears, feeling aggrieved and sad: "Stop talking nonsense, why are you talking about life and death when you're perfectly fine?"

Shi Youxuan was not cold-blooded.

But she just felt something was not quite right; her father-in-law's current state seemed somewhat familiar, like... the way he was back when he did the "Chicken Lays Eggs" act.

Had he lived a comfortable life for too long these years, and now his true nature was about to be exposed?

She quietly asked the doctor: "What illness is it?"

If it were anyone else, the doctor would have said bluntly: "Faking illness, there's nothing wrong."

But Sheng Jiang was not just anyone else.

He was the father of the richest man in Jiangzhou; if the doctor misjudged the situation, their career could be over.

The doctor said cautiously: "I suggest going to the hospital for further examination; just on the surface, I cannot see any problems."

"I'm not going, I won't go to the hospital, I won't go even if I die!"

Sheng Jiang held onto the sofa tightly with both hands and declared as if taking an oath: "I don't need to go to the hospital for an examination. I have a premonition, a premonition that I don't have many days left to live. Even if I die, I want to die at home, not in the hospital."

Shi Youxuan:...

Wang Yinghao patiently persuaded him: "Just listen to the doctor and go to the hospital for a check-up. If you're sick, get treated; if you're not, you can rest easy. It's better than lying at home and letting your imagination run wild."

"I'm not going, I won't go to the hospital, I won't go even if I die."

"You hurry and find a way to call Hanyu back, let him see me one last time, and then even if I die, I can close my eyes."

Sheng Jiang couldn't go three sentences without mentioning his son; beating around the bush, his core idea was to get his son to return to the country!

Shi Youxuan caught the clue.

She leaned forward and asked: "Father, are you missing Hanyu?"

"No."

Her father-in-law denied it flatly and persisted to the end: "I don't have long to live, I just want to see my son one last time before I die. Is such a small request so difficult? If you don't agree, you are too heartless."

Moral kidnapping.

Fearing that her daughter-in-law would be unhappy, Wang Yinghao kept winking at her husband, telling him not to speak like that.

But her husband seemed to have suddenly gone blind; he pretended not to see her winks and remained completely unmoved.

She also felt that her husband was acting abnormally today.

In the past, if he said something wrong, one look from her would make Sheng Jiang immediately shut up or change his attitude.

But not today.

"Xuanxuan, don't listen to your father-in-law's nonsense. He is delirious from illness; we won't hold it against him." Unable to persuade her husband, Wang Yinghao turned to explain to her daughter-in-law.

"It's alright, Father's health is what matters; we will take Father to the hospital immediately."

Now was not the time for him to be willful.

You say you won't go, so you don't go?

No.

Shi Youxuan gave the order, and four servants came over immediately.

"Get away, you cannot come near me."

Seeing that his words were ineffective, Sheng Jiang prepared to play the rascal: "I can't walk, the world spins as soon as I stand up. Don't drag me; if I die on you, can you bear the responsibility?"

Consequently, no one dared to step forward.

Even though some could see that the old man seemed to be faking illness.

But what if he really died in the process of being dragged?

That responsibility was truly too much to bear.

Shi Youxuan had a way.

"Father is right. You all go get a bed sheet and carry him out."

"Yes."

"Yes, Madam."

The servants immediately went to get a bed sheet.

Sheng Jiang:...

He was at his wit's end; he had no more tricks.

Now he only regretted that his decision to fake illness was too rash; he hadn't planned it well, and wouldn't the truth be revealed after the hospital examination?

He wanted to tell the truth, believing that if he did, his family would understand him and find a way to make his son return immediately.

His daughter-in-law was not a greedy person; for the family to be together, peace and safety were the most important things.

But just as he was about to speak, he remembered the immortal's warning: "This matter is known only to heaven and earth, to you and to me. Heavenly secrets must not be leaked; once leaked, there will be no room for maneuver..."

The words reached his lips, and he swallowed them back down.

He couldn't say it, he absolutely could not say it!

Jian Family Hospital.

Sheng Jiang was sent in for a full MRI scan, and the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law waited outside.

Jian Yixin ran over in a hurry: "Auntie, Xuanxuan, wasn't Uncle's health quite good? Why is he suddenly unwell?"

"Yixin, you came at the right time. Keep an eye on your doctors; don't let my father-in-law bribe them."

Jian Yixin:...

Although she didn't quite understand what was happening here, she still agreed to go and give the instructions.

MRI room.

After Sheng Jiang finished his examination, the doctor was just preparing to notify the people outside to carry him out.

Yet the person who had originally been carried in lying down suddenly hopped off the bed, completely fine.

Sheng Jiang smiled and leaned in to get familiar: "Young man, you know who I am, right?"

The technician: "I know, you are the Sheng Family Old Master; our dean specifically instructed me to be more thorough with your examination."

"Rest assured, there is nothing seriously wrong."

Sheng Jiang shook his head: "You misunderstood my meaning; I want you to write that it's more serious on the test report, preferably that I am critically ill and about to die."

The technician:...

This request was refused.

The technician: "I'm sorry, Old Master, I cannot agree to your request. If there is an illness, there is an illness; if there isn't, there isn't. I cannot talk nonsense."

Sheng Jiang threatened: "I won't harm anyone. I really have an urgent matter and must do this. I'm not at liberty to tell you the reason, but if you do this, you will be saving a life, which is better than building a seven-story pagoda..."

It was useless.

He said a lot, until his lips were almost worn thin.

He exhausted all pleasantries, tried both soft and hard tactics, and even promised a generous "reward."

Of course, he didn't have it now, but would make it up later. He guaranteed that his word was his bond, that he would pay exactly what he said, and that he could even write an IOU if the technician was worried.

But the other party simply wouldn't budge, insisting that there was no way to change the test report.

As for money, he couldn't take it either; if the matter were exposed, he would face a lawsuit.

Having run out of options, Sheng Jiang threatened: "Fine, if you don't agree, you don't agree, but you are not allowed to speak of this. If you do, I will definitely come after you and make it so you can't stay in the hospital... no, in Jiangzhou."

The door to the MRI room opened, and Sheng Jiang was pushed out from inside, groaning and moaning.

"How are you feeling?" Wang Yinghao grabbed his hand.

"My dear wife, I'm still the same. I feel even more dizzy, actually. I see this young doctor isn't very old, and his skills probably aren't great either. I'm sick, but he can't even detect it. I might as well go home and wait for death. For the last stretch of my life, you all should stop putting me through this."

He sounded truly pitiful, and his wife's heart softened, causing her to waver.

Shi Youxuan interjected: "Dad, the follow-up examinations have already been arranged. It would be best if you stopped letting your imagination run wild."

Every test in the hospital was performed, covering him almost from head to toe.

The test results were the same as what the family doctor had said—there were no problems whatsoever.

Sheng Jiang hadn't been idle during this time either; almost every time he had an examination, he made his wife and daughter-in-law wait outside, then took the opportunity to "persuade" the doctors, all of whom refused him without exception.

He thought no one knew about these things.

In reality, word had long since reached Shi Youxuan's ears.

Why was his father-in-law faking an illness for no reason?