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Chapter 297: Unfilial Son - Separation

Although it was already night, the hospital was still bustling with people.

In the brightly lit area, there are women with sad faces and sleepy children, staggering old people and relatives who are trying to support themselves, pregnant women with relaxed faces and men who are comforting them with smiles.

Joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness are all part of life.

The white walls of the hospital are a condensed color after seeing the most emotional colors, as if telling everyone that the ultimate path to life is a single pale color.

Outside the operating room, there was no quietness and emptiness as shown on TV. Some people were comforting each other and talking in low voices, while others were using their mobile phones to learn about medical terms that they had never come across or heard of through the Internet.

The trivial noise and occasional conversations could not dispel the uneasiness in my heart.

Four hours later, the lights in the operating room went out and the door opened.

The doctor also smiled with relief and said, "The operation was successful."

Tian Dayong said excitedly: "Thank you. Thank you doctors, you have worked hard." After he said that, he bent down and bowed deeply.

The doctor replied: "This is what we should do. Your father will be pushed out immediately and will be kept in the ward for observation for a while."

Tian Dayong wiped his tears and said, "Oh, thank you, thank you."

Tian Junfu had the surgery in time and recovered well, with no sequelae and no stiffness on one side of his body. But it was a painful surgery after all, which left marks on him both physically and mentally.

Zhou Leng slowly discovered that this disease had changed Tian Junfu's personality. It might be that the blockage of cerebral blood vessels caused irreversible nerve damage.

Although many people will become irritable and angry after suffering cerebral thrombosis, Tian Junfu is also particularly paranoid.

When he was young, Tian Junfu would choose to drink a few sips of wine to relieve fatigue after a tiring day, but he did not become addicted, and he was reluctant to spend money on alcohol every day.

After recovering successfully from the surgery, the doctor warned Tian Junfu to quit smoking and drinking, otherwise he would relapse. However, whether it was due to inexplicable rebellious psychology or some other reason, he became addicted to alcohol.

Zhou Leng only advised him once. She thought that the other party was a good person, so she reminded him.

In the rental house where the two lived, there were stewed meat and cold dishes on the small dining table.

Tian Junfu took out the white wine he bought, poured himself a small cup, and then took a sip of the wine before even picking up his chopsticks.

"Hey, this is a good life. Wine is the essence of grain. The more you drink, the younger you become."

Zhou Leng looked at the other person and said, "If you keep drinking like this, you'll end up in the hospital again someday. Isn't it enough that you've suffered so much before?"

Tian Junfu smiled and replied, "It's okay. Drinking can promote blood circulation. Besides, life is short. You will die when you are supposed to. I might as well drink a few more sips while I am still alive."

Zhou Leng was speechless when she heard the other party's twisted logic. She frowned and said, "What's wrong with you? I have been so tolerant of you for so long, and now you are getting worse, right?"

Tian Junfu put down his wine glass, stared at Zhou Leng and said:

"Huh, you tolerate me? Don't I know what you're thinking? Just because I'm sick and spent the family's money, you're looking for trouble! Haven't I made any money in all these years?"

Life is too long, and personality will change according to the environment and various physiological and psychological reasons.

Tian Junfu, who has been honest and steady all his life, has now become sensitive and fragile because of this illness. He always wants to take the initiative before others despise and blame him. In fact, others may not despise him, but he is just a coward.

The family never complained that the medical expenses were too much, and they were intentionally tolerant. But in Tian Junfu's heart, he felt that he owed everyone.

There is an old saying that a great favor is like a great enemy. When a favor weighs on a person for too long, it is no longer a favor but an enemy. A great favor that cannot be repaid will make people see the benefactor as an enemy.

Zhou Leng replied calmly:

"I'm doing this for your own good. The doctor told you to stop drinking, but you didn't drink much before, but you've been drinking since you got sick. Don't you think about your children instead of yourself?"

Tian Junfu threw the wine glass to the ground with force and yelled at Zhou Leng:

"Get lost, you're not happy just because I'm sick and spend money. What's wrong with spending your money? Can't I earn 100,000 yuan in all these years? You're always so controlling. You're taking advantage of me. Fortunately, I can take care of myself, otherwise I'd be tortured to death by you."

When Zhou Leng heard this, she stared into the other person's eyes until the other person avoided her gaze, then she turned around and walked out of the house.

The broken cups on the ground and the neatly arranged dishes on the table, mixed with the man's aggrieved crying, echoed in the rental house.

After the other party's rude remarks that time, Zhou Leng never tried to persuade him again, but Tian Junfu would deliberately take a sip in front of Zhou Leng every time and then make a comfortable sound, which was always ignored.

The ending was just what Zhou Leng had anticipated.

Two years later, Tian Junfu said that the expenses in the city were too high and he insisted on moving back to his old house in the village. He also told Dayong and Xiaohua that they must pay child support on time every month, otherwise he would sue them in court.

The Tian family members were somewhat helpless about the subtle changes in Tian Junfu, but they did not live with each other and could not feel the personality changes that Zhou Leng had felt.

The old house was renovated and heating was added. When winter came, Tian Dayong would ask someone to deliver coal back home, so the two of them did not suffer.

Time went back more than three years.

Due to various reasons including long-term drinking, irregular lifestyle, and non-cooperation with treatment, Tian Junfu suffered a recurrence of cerebral thrombosis and even brain herniation.

This time Zhou Leng was not as anxious as last time. She stood in the middle of the floor and quietly looked at the man who was unconscious on the kang. His old face was calm and seemed to show no pain. If the operation was successful again this time, he would definitely become more desperate and seek death. Since he was seeking death, he should stop torturing the living.

Zhou Leng thought that she was such a cold-blooded person. She watched quietly, waiting for the old man's foreseeable death.

Three hours later, Zhou Leng called Tian Dayong.

"Dayong, you and Xiaohua should come back tomorrow. There is something going on at home."

Tian Dayong said quickly, "Oh, okay, did you have a fight with my dad? I'll ask my sister about the time later. I may go back very early in the morning."

Zhou Leng instructed: "Don't worry, you can just come back tomorrow, you can go ahead and do your work, I don't have anything to do."

After hanging up the phone.

Zhou Leng casually placed her cell phone on the windowsill. She rummaged through the drawers and found the funeral clothes she had prepared long ago. After putting them on neatly, she lay down beside Tian Junfu.

An old hand touched the man's neck and pulse. The lifeless feeling made Zhou Leng know that the man was dead. So what? At least he still had good memories in front of his children.

Zhou Leng withdrew his hand and left the plane.