The president is committing suicide

However, Ding Jiaying was not able to successfully follow Xiao Mimi to the meeting place.

A phone call brought her to the hospital, where her sister was also.

"What's going on?" Even though Ding Jiaying had many complaints about her father, he still took care of her. Now seeing him lying on the bed with a pale face, she still felt very uncomfortable.

The mother just covered her face and cried, looking at her father sadly.

"The doctor said it was lung cancer." Her sister pulled her into the corridor.

"I don't believe it. He hardly smokes." Ding Jiaying stared at Ding Yumin's face, trying to find any trace of mischief.

"It's true. Unfortunately, there are some people who will get lung cancer even if they don't smoke."

Ding Yumin hugged her tightly in his arms and stroked her trembling back.

Ding Jiaying didn't know whether she was sad or had some other emotion. She fell out with her family, blaming her father for being partial. She was even willing to exchange her marriage for it. It was not because she was unable to fight back, but because she felt there was no need to fight for a daughter who was not that important to her.

But now that his life has begun to count down, she remembered many of his good things. He had brought her gifts when he was on a business trip, taken her to the zoo when he was busy at work, and comforted her when her mother was furious and sighed in disappointment when she did not do well in the exam.

Later, they became busier and busier, and less and less able to take care of themselves. Those lonely moods came over them.

With so many complex emotions and memories mixed together, Ding Jiaying was speechless, but tears started to flow first.

Her tears wet her sister's thin shoulders, and the two of them stood supporting each other, looking unable to withstand the wind and rain.

The news soon reached Shen Cong.

When he hurried over, he saw Ding Jiaying sitting alone under the large glass curtain wall on the rest platform in the hospital corridor. She looked thin and small.

When he stood in front of her, she looked up at him, her big black and white eyes filled with helplessness. Her eyes did not move, as if she was looking at him but also as if she was not.

That confused look suddenly made his heart ache.

"It's okay, I'm here." Shen Cong hugged the person tightly in his arms.

She was too soft-hearted and too kind-hearted. Even though she pretended not to care, distanced herself from the matter, and made a big fuss, she still thought in her heart that it was her home.

"Yeah." Her hazy voice came from in front of him, and her tears burned his skin.

The doctor told Ding Yumin very seriously that her father's symptoms had lasted for a long time and it was absolutely impossible that they had occurred recently.

She understood instantly that there had been a lot of storms recently and her father didn't want to distract her, so he just dealt with it on his own when things happened.

Ding Jiaying, however, felt guilty in other ways. The last time they met at home, when everyone was in chaos, her father should have known about her physical condition.

The three listened carefully to the doctor's initial plan for treatment and where they could seek help if there were any changes in the future.

After coming out, Shen Cong, who had been silent the whole time, said, "We can go to a few more hospitals. If that doesn't work, we can seek treatment abroad. The cure rates for many cancers are improving now, so there is a solution."

Ding Yumin's face turned pale, but his expression was normal. "Thank you. This hospital is already the top hospital in the country for oncology. When Dad wakes up, we'll ask for his opinion and then make arrangements. The most important thing now is that Dad needs a quiet rest."

Ding Jiaying's lips turned pale and her hands trembled: "What if he doesn't agree to treatment?"

"No." Ding Yumin stepped forward and held her hand. "Don't worry, I'm here."

Before Ding Jiaying could say anything, her mother hurriedly came out of the ward, looked around, and quickly ran to them.

"Come quickly, Daddy is awake and he's looking for you." With tears on her face, she grabbed her sister's hand and ran away.

Ding Jiaying watched them run away, her slightly open hands empty.

My father woke up and all he wanted to do was see my sister.

Suddenly, my hands felt warm and filled with something.

"Let's go and take a look. Now is the time when you are needed." Shen Cong took her hand and walked into the ward.

My father put his hand on my sister's head, his eyes full of love: "Silly girl, I'm fine. Doctors nowadays just like to exaggerate."

The mother was crying and holding his other hand: "You are just trying too hard. Our daughter is not as weak as you think. Why do you keep it a secret..."

"What nonsense..." scolded the father.

The elder sister lay on top of her father and said, "Dad, let's get treatment. You listen to the doctor and I listen to you, okay?"

My father laughed: "What's there to cure? Chemotherapy, radiotherapy, targeted therapy, and some laboratory drugs to make myself a guinea pig?"

"..."

He waved his hand and said, "Forget it. I've been in charge all my life, so listen to me this time. I don't want to lie in bed like that, from one ward to another, and at the end of my life I will see myself fading away and cold instruments."

"Dad..." Ding Yumin knew that he was strong and tough, otherwise he would not have been able to firmly control the group and successfully take power even though his grandfather favored his second uncle.

"Baby, Dad knows you are sensible and capable, so don't worry that I will steal your work. I will stay in the hospital to recuperate. When I am discharged from the hospital, I will go to Meishan Villa with your mother to retire. You and your sister, come and see me when you are free. What do you think of my arrangement?"

He was still very weak, but he forced himself to smile when he spoke.

Ding Jiaying saw the look he was giving her and nodded involuntarily: "Yeah, okay."

When my sister heard the voice, she turned around and pursed her lips. When I saw her shaking her head, she finally stopped talking, but her tears kept falling.

Everyone in the room had been tough all their lives. Tears used to be a rare thing, but now they were everywhere.

Seeing his son-in-law, the father tried to control his expression: "Ah Cong, I feel relieved knowing Yingying is by your side."

Shen Cong took the initiative to speak: "Don't worry, father-in-law, I will take good care of Aying. If you need any help recently, don't hesitate to ask me for advice. We will do our best to help."

The old entrepreneur who had managed to hold on until now also had tears in his eyes and turned his head slightly: "I know you are filial. I'm tired, you all should go out. You have all been busy with your own things recently, and your mother is here."

The elder sister wanted to stay and take care of the father, but the mother insisted on carrying out the father's order and gently asked the three of them to leave.

Ding Yumin has always been a strong woman, but she finally couldn't help but hugged Ding Jiaying and started crying.

Shen Cong walked away very tactfully: "The coffee shop on the corner looks good. I'll go buy you some drinks."