Rebirth: My Dear Little Wife Is So Scheming

Chapter 1342: My Body Can't Take It Anymore

"What do you mean?"

Chen Qinan was furious, never expecting these people to be so shameless, even wanting to shirk off a life-saving debt.

Liu Zhiguo laughed.

"It means it has nothing to do with you at all, a pack of thankless people trying to exploit someone else's life-saving favor for benefits. Old Mr. Chen raised you a few sons, might as well have raised a few dogs.

If one raises dogs for so many years, at least they know how to wag their tails at their owner. If the owner gets sick, maybe the dog would even go out of its way to find someone to save the owner.

Yet raising a group like you, you're not even as good as animals.

What did you do? Don't you know deep down? You kicked an elderly man out on the street, do you know what that's called? That's abandonment, and you're also suspected of elder abuse. We haven't even settled this with you, but here you are, daring to ask for money.

And you call yourselves university students, aren't you ashamed? Did you feed your books to the dogs?"

Scolding them with these words felt gratifying, and Dean Zhao couldn't help but nod in agreement, well said.

Chen Qiming and the others couldn't save face, being pointed at and scolded as beasts for abusing and abandoning the elderly. Could they bear these accusations?

"Don't talk nonsense here. How did we abandon the elderly? How did we abuse him? That's my dad. He wanted to beg on the streets himself. What does that have to do with us? We didn't make him beg." Enraged and defending himself with weak arguments.

"If that's the case, then you don't need to talk to us here. Didn't you just say that the elderly man decided to beg on the street himself? It has nothing to do with you, you didn't make him beg, and you certainly didn't make him save a life.

So what does this life-saving debt have to do with you? Yet you have the nerve to ask for 100,000 yuan. Look at how brazen you are." Liu Zhiweng coldly threw down these words, escorting his sister and niece inside to visit the elderly man.

Chen Qiming and his group felt utterly humiliated, as the surrounding staff pointed and whispered about them.

The five of them couldn't stay still.

They could cause a scene, but they needed to have a leg to stand on.

The five of them exchanged glances, clearly not letting this go.

Suddenly, they had an idea. Their father had the softest heart for them, following their lead in everything.

Now the pressing matter was to force their old father to ask for that 100,000 yuan, and then smoothly get the money into their hands, with no need for excuses or justifications.

The five thought of this and quickly followed outside.

Old Mr. Chen hadn't been feeling well these past few days. He guessed he might not have much time left, feeling his wife calling him over from the other side.

Every time he closed his eyes these days, he dreamed of his wife smiling and waving him over.

And he knew his body well; it had deteriorated over the years, and he was certainly not in good shape.

Plus, his age was catching up to him, prompting him to call his sons.

He wanted to see his children one last time before dying because these were the children he raised himself.

But these children just exchanged a few words before they rushed off.

He lay in bed sick with no one by his side, yet he overheard a staff member whispering that his sons had gone to the dean's office to demand a refund for his room in the retirement home.

Upon hearing this, the old man's heart turned cold.

He raised sons for a lifetime, working hard to send them to college, only to find in the end that, before dying, they didn't think to spend time with their old father. Their thoughts were consumed with squeezing the last bit of value from him.

Were these even his sons? They were wolves in sheep's clothing.

The old man was already in a haze.

The dean initially thought that with his sons coming, they could take him to the hospital.

Given the old man's poor health, his family needed to be contacted for further handling.

Who would've thought his sons came, not urging to send their father to the hospital, but instead hurried to get a refund.

Suddenly, he heard more voices in the room.

Old Mr. Chen opened his eyes and saw a few people in front of him.

He wanted to smile but was too weak.

He knew these were the people who brought him to the retirement home.

His gaze fell on the little girl in front, who had walked up to his bed, stretching out her small hand and gripping his tightly.

"Grandpa, my mom is about to take you to the hospital."

Old Mr. Chen shook his head.

At his age, he understood his body well.

It was a case of running out of oil and light.

Even if he were taken to the hospital, it would cost money just to temporarily maintain his life, but ultimately, death was inevitable.

Besides, looking at his sons like this...

Old Mr. Chen felt that living was actually worse than dying.

After all those years, his sons in their old age only cared about the money he still had, fixating on how much benefit he could bring them, with nothing else considered.

It was also his failing as a father.

He hadn't taught these kids well.

Even if they went to the hospital, the sons probably wouldn't want to pay out of pocket either.

The kind individuals before him, his daughter who saved someone previously, hadn't expected any repayment, and in the end, he wouldn't want to cause them trouble.

His sons would likely keep harping on getting money from them.

In such a case, he might as well die sooner for a quicker reincarnation.

"No need, Grandpa knows his body. I'm done for, just follow my wish and let me die here in peace!"

As soon as Mr. Chen finished talking,

Chen Qidong and the other brothers quickly gathered around.

"Dad, you can't say that. Why talk about dying, why say your body's failing? You're in good health, rest assured, we'll take you to the hospital immediately." The sons cried with seemingly heartfelt emotions.

Holding onto the old man's hand, refusing to let go, trying to show a façade of familial harmony.

The old man was also flabbergasted.

He knew his own sons all too well, wondering what performance they were putting on now.

Chen Qidong, however, didn't give the old man time to react.

He waved a hand and spoke to Dean Zhao.

"Dean Zhao, my father's health is like this, we must take him to the hospital right away, could you please arrange for an ambulance?"

Dean Zhao was entirely supportive. Initially, the old man had contacted his sons because his condition had worsened, requiring family consent to be sent to the hospital, or else who would cover the medical costs?

Now that his sons were willing to send him to the hospital, there was no reason to stop them.