After Zhang Fujiang got sick, he lived in Marian Hospital in Tai O. He now has many children. In addition to the son and one daughter brought by his ex-wife, he also has three sons and two daughters, including Zhang Jialong. It can be said that Zhang Fujiang's success is related to his ex-wife who has long passed away. He regards his ex-wife's children as if they were born. Now he has seven children, so it is no wonder that he has ignored Zhang Jiacheng's son for many years.

The one who accompanied Zhang Fujiang in the hospital was his third concubine Xu Baozhu. Xu Baozhu gave birth to a daughter Zhang Jiahui for Zhang Fujiang. This daughter is also the youngest, 24 years old this year, unmarried.

Zhang Jialong brought Zhang Jiacheng and his son to the hospital, and asked them to wait outside the ward, and then he took them in.

Zhang Fujiang was half lying on the bed, looking in good spirits. The elegant and luxurious woman beside him was the third concubine Xu Baozhu. Zhang Jiahui was petite and delicate, and looked younger than her actual age.

Zhang Jialong introduced it, Zhang Jiacheng smiled at Xu Baozhu and called out to Auntie.

Xu Baozhu smiled politely, and it was the first time we met each other, and naturally there was no relationship, and she was a little distant.

Zhang Jialong said to Zhang Hehuan: "Huanzi, this is your third grandma..."

Zhang Hehuan sighed in his heart that this grandfather was not worried. He married so many concubines and gave birth to so many children. The family property was not easy to divide. If the distribution was uneven, the children might have to turn against him. Therefore, the troubles of rich people are the rich. However, I remember that in the parallel world in the past, my grandfather did not have so many children, and he did not have so many relatives.

Zhang Hehuan took the initiative to call his third grandma, and smiled at Zhang Jiahui, "Then you are my sister-in-law, please."

Zhang Jiahui couldn't help laughing: "Maybe I'm not as big as you."

Zhang Hehuan said, "I'm twenty-two."

Zhang Jiahui said: "Then I am still two years older than you."

Zhang Hehuan put down the nutritional supplements he brought, and Xu Baozhu glanced at him and said, "Your grandpa is weak and you can't eat these things."

Zhang Fujiang glared at her with some dissatisfaction and said, "My grandson comes from all over to see me. Where did you come from so much nonsense?"

Xu Baozhu was scolded in front of so many people, and her face was a little red. Zhang Hehuan smiled and smoothed out, "Grandpa, the third grandma is also kind, you have to pay attention to your food now."

Zhang Fujiang waved his hand and said, "Everyone is out, I'll say a few words to Mr. Cheng."

Zhang Jialong nodded and winked at Xu Baozhu, and the others retreated together.

After they left, Zhang Jiacheng called him dad.

Zhang Fujiang said: "It's rare. I thought you wouldn't come to see me."

Zhang Jiacheng smiled and said, "When you went to Nanjiang in Mid-Autumn Festival, why did you suddenly get sick?"

Zhang Fujiang sighed, glanced at the chair next to him and said, "Sit down."

Zhang Jiacheng said: "I've been sitting all the way, I'm not tired."

Zhang Fujiang said: "It is not okay to be unwilling to accept old age when people are old. No matter how strong they are when they are young, they will become a burden in the eyes of others when they are old."

Zhang Hehuan said: "Grandpa, you are not a burden, you are obviously a money tree."

Zhang Jiacheng spat and said, "Nothing is said."

Zhang Fujiang laughed: "Money Tree, hey, the remaining value of my money is also money."

Zhang Hehuan said: "So, you are not a burden, you are a hot commodity."

Zhang Fujiang said: "You kid also cares about my money?"

Zhang Hehuan laughed and said, "Grandpa, it's boring to say that. How much money do you have? You can't rank in the top ten in the world. In fact, what's the point of even if you can rank in the top ten? Can money be bought for youth? How much money is? If you have time to earn, you have to spend time. The meaning of a person's survival is not how much money he can make in his life, but that he can spend it just right when he makes money, and spend it meaningfully. Otherwise, no matter how much money he makes, what's the difference between making money and a piggy bank?"

Zhang Jiacheng scolded, "How do you talk to your grandfather?"

Zhang Fujiang laughed: "You are right, I am just a piggy bank, I can only make money but not spend it." The topic changed: "But I have no harm to my children and descendants, right?"

Zhang Hehuan said, "Why is there no harm? If your children have a promising future, what's the use of leaving money? At most, it's icing on the cake. If your children have no promising future, no matter how much money you keep, it's useless. They don't have the ability to keep money, and gold and silver can make you lose everything. What's more, for the sake of that little family fortune, brothers fight against each other and sisters turn against each other. This kind of thing has gone from being too many since ancient times. What you keep is not a legacy, but a hatred."

Zhang Fujiang sighed and said, "Everyone said you can see through it thoroughly. I have learned it now." He asked Zhang Jiacheng to add a mat on his back, sat up and said, "I am not dead yet, and they all care about my property. In the past, I thought my education of my children was very successful, but now it seems that it is a great failure."

Zhang Hehuan said: "In fact, this kind of thing is not your failure in education, nor is it someone's fault, it is due to human nature."

Zhang Fujiang said: "If you have a document in the bedside table, please help me take it out."

Zhang Hehuan opened the drawer and saw a file bag inside.

Zhang Fujiang said: "This is a statement of giving up the inheritance of the family property. If you two are willing, sign it."

Zhang Hehuan sighed in his heart. Although he had never had any intention of the old man's property, it was so heartbreaking for the old man to do this. After all, his father was his biological child and had not fulfilled his responsibilities as a father for decades. It was finally easy for the father to recognize each other. It took them a long time to sign a statement to give up the inheritance of the property. This was too heartless.

Zhang Hehuan handed the documents to his father, but he didn't care, mainly because he was worried that his father would not be able to accept them emotionally.

Zhang Jiacheng didn't even look at it, so he found the place to sign and signed it. Then he pressed his fingertips. When Zhang Hehuan saw that his father had signed it, of course he had to stand on his side and sign it quickly.

Zhang Fujiang asked Zhang Hehuan to call Zhang Jialong in, handed the documents to Zhang Jialong in front of them, and asked Zhang Jialong to take the father and the other two to rest first.

After leaving the ward, Zhang Jialong took the father and the other two to the doctor's office first, where the attending doctor introduced the old man's condition to them.

Zhang Fujiang's condition is more serious than they thought. He has suffered from kidney failure. The doctor suggested that they undergo a kidney transplant, but there is no suitable kidney source at present. Zhang Jialong has already done matching, and the results show that he is not a suitable donor.

Zhang Hehuan listened, and suddenly felt that the motivation for letting them come here to visit was not so simple.

Zhang Jiacheng said: "Do you give me a matching experiment."

Zhang Jialong looked at the elder brother in surprise, and Zhang Jiacheng said: "I have always been in good health. I have not had the chance to be filial to our father for so many years. Just give me this opportunity, maybe I can match it."

Zhang Hehuan looked at his father's sincere gaze and was secretly moved. After all, it was blood and family affection, and his father was a person who valued love and friendship.

The father and the other two stayed in the hotel that night. Zhang Jialong originally wanted to arrange for them to go to their home, but Zhang Hehuan felt it was troublesome and offered to go to the hotel.

After settling down, Zhang Hehuan came to his father's room, where he was talking on a video call with his daughter.

Zhang Hehuan went over and said hello to his sister. Zhang Jiacheng hung up the phone and said with a smile: "Maybe we will stay for a while this time."

Zhang Hehuan said: "I'll make a matching style tomorrow."

Zhang Jiacheng shook his head and said, "No need for you, this matter is between me and your grandfather. He gave birth to me and I owe him what I owe him, you don't owe him."

Zhang Hehuan said: "When he asked you to sign that document, you don't feel resentful at all?"

Zhang Jiacheng smiled and said, "What's there to be resentment? To be honest, it might have been the case if it was the past, but I am not a good father myself. I always owe you three sisters, but you are not the same to me, and the father and son can't figure it out."

Zhang Hehuan patted his father on the shoulder and sat down beside him.

Zhang Jiacheng said: "I am not stupid or filial, nor am I kidnapped by the so-called morality, but I just want to save him from the bottom of my heart. Maybe this is what I often say about father-son connection."

Zhang Hehuan said: "In fact, with his current financial resources, it is impossible to find a suitable kidney source."

Zhang Jiacheng said: "I heard from the doctor that his blood type is rare, probably because of this."

Zhang Hehuan said: "He has so many children, doesn't he have one suitable one?"

Zhang Jiacheng said: "Jialong has also made matching styles. OK, don't think so much. You don't have to worry about my affairs with your grandfather."

The next morning they went to the hospital again, and the result of the matching came out. Zhang Jiacheng passed the matching, which means that his kidney could be provided to his father for use. Zhang Jiacheng immediately signed a voluntary organ transplant statement without any hesitation. He specifically explained to his son that Liu Xue must not know about this matter.

After signing, the father and son came to the ward. Zhang Fujiang had already learned the news, and there was no smile on his face. He looked at his son and said, "Why donate kidneys to me?"

Zhang Jiacheng shook his head: "I don't know, I have no purpose, I just think I should do this."

Zhang Fujiang said: "Try to move me?"

Zhang Jiacheng said: "Your boss doesn't have to think too much. We both have voluntarily given up the right to inherit property."

"You want me to feel uneasy and make me feel that I will owe you for the rest of my life." Zhang Fujiang's emotions suddenly became excited.

Zhang Jiacheng smiled and said, "There is no need between father and son. This matching at least proves that you and I are father-son relationships. If you have to find a reason, I think it is because I learned a lot from Huanzi. I am not a good father. When my children need me the most, I left home, but Huanzi did not hold a grudge against me because of this. When I needed help the most, he appeared by my side. It was from then on that time that I learned how to be a good son."
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