Nangong Zhan said angrily: "I don't want to know anything about politics. I just want him to die now. If he doesn't die, none of us will end well!"
"I asked you back then if you wanted to do that. You had to do that. Now that you have done it, don't regret it, let alone be afraid. I, Nangong Han, have never been afraid of anyone in my life. I hope you will be the same!
"Nangong Han said seriously.
Nangong Zhan bowed his head and accepted the lesson.
"I'm sorry, father, I let you down."
"Know your shame and then be brave. Come on, kid!"
Nangong Han sighed.
What happened back then was not as simple as everyone imagined. The conspiracy actually involved many people. Du Qingfeng, Nangong Zhan, Wang Cong and others were just the implementers of the plan. In the entire plan, they were only at the forefront.
Pawns, and there are more people secretly involved behind the scenes.
It's just that what happened back then is destined to never be told.
Once it is exposed, what kind of serious consequences will there be? Even Nangong Han cannot bear it at all. It will definitely cause a big earthquake and there will be an uproar in the country. The first of several war zones cannot agree.
Summarize it in one sentence.
Even if a tree is beautiful in the forest, the wind will destroy it, and those who have great power and shake the master will only die.
Looking at his son, Nangong Han's eyes were extremely complicated.
Who could have imagined that things would develop to this point.
The only one to blame is Du Qingchen...
It's a pity that he couldn't say a word of these words.
At this moment, Nangong Zhan's cell phone suddenly rang.
He looked at the number, connected, listened to a few words, and then his expression changed.
"What happened?"
Nangong Han asked.
Nangong Zhan frowned and said: "Something really happened to Yuhai. As Du Qingfeng guessed, he is currently in the emergency room and has been issued a critical illness notice."
"Did Du Qingchen do it?"
"Who else is there besides him? He can't escape the involvement anyway. He went crazy and really started killing people."
Nangong Zhan said word for word.
Strangely, Nangong Han didn't feel sad or sad, nor did he show too many surprises. He stood up and said, "Let's go to the hospital together. Even if we see him for the last time, we must go and see him."
Just watch."
The father and son took their bodyguards and drove straight to the hospital in a motorcade.
Outside the emergency room of the hospital, Nangong Yuhai's parents, Nangong Zhan's second uncle, and his family were hugging each other and crying. When they saw Nangong Han, the tribesmen who arrived came up to say hello.
"Master!"
"Okay, I know everything."
Nangong Han patted his brother on the shoulder: "What does the doctor say now?"
"I have been issued a critical illness notice, and my hands and feet have been interrupted."
Nangong Chun's face was a little gloomy, his eyes were red and swollen, and he said angrily.
"Can you pick it up?"
Nangong Han asked again.
"No." Nangong Chun gritted his teeth: "The doctor said that it will never recover, and the limb must be amputated as soon as possible, otherwise, life will not be saved."
As he said this, Nangong Chun couldn't help but shed tears.
Nangong Zhan was actually mentally prepared for such a result.
Nangong Yuhai has always had a good relationship with him. The two brothers have been very good since they were young. He said to Nangong Chun: "Second uncle, I am very sad that something like this happened to Yuhai. I can't guarantee other things."
, but I will definitely avenge this revenge for him, now let’s wait until the doctor comes out.”
"Zhan'er, you have the best relationship with Yuhai. He will come out soon. You must comfort him more and don't make him think too much. We only have a son. If something like this happens to him, I, I -" Nangong Chun
I was almost speechless.
After a while of comfort, the doctor finally came out.
Nangong Yuhai is from the Nangong family, and the hospital attaches great importance to it. Director Deng Guanghuaqing performs the surgery himself.
He wiped the sweat from his forehead and hurriedly stepped forward and said, "Master Nangong, are you here too?"
Nangong Han said: "Excuse me, Dean Deng. How is my nephew's injury? Is it under control?"
"This is really hard to explain. Why don't you go to my office and talk about it? The doctor is still bandaging it and it will be out soon. Anyway, my life is saved for the time being." Deng Guanghua's eyes were a little dodgey.
Nangong Han, Nangong Zhan, and Nangong Chun came to the dean's office with Deng Guanghua.
After closing the door, Deng Guanghua quickly made tea for the three of them.
Nangong Chun said: "Dean Deng, I won't drink the tea anymore. You should just tell me directly. How is Yuhai's injury?"
Deng Guanghua asked the three of them to sit down, which was a bit difficult to say.
"Dean Deng, if you have something to say, just say it. We want to hear the truth." Nangong Han said quickly.
"Okay, let me get it straight. The injuries are not optimistic. Although his life has been saved temporarily, he has lost all his limbs, and he will never be able to speak or move. His consciousness is clear. To put it bluntly, he is better alive than dead.
More painful.” “What did you say!”
Nangong Chuntian jumped up.
"sit down."
Nangong Han scolded, then turned to ask Deng Guanghua: "Dean Deng seems to have not finished speaking. Do you have any suggestions?"
"This, this, it's hard for me to say."
"But it doesn't matter."
"Okay, then I'll tell you the truth. Rather than letting him live, it would be better to die -"
"No, absolutely not!"
Nangong Chun's tears fell again, and he was shaking.
Deng Guanghua made an excuse to leave.
Nangong Zhan began to comfort his second uncle again. After a lot of effort, Nangong Chun finally managed to control his emotions, but he was a little lost and confused. He murmured to himself: "How can I do it? Then
But my son..."
Needless to say, he has slowly begun to accept reality.
Although Deng Guanghua's words are somewhat heartbreaking, they are also true.
Nangong Yuhai's life now is more painful than death. He is just like a living dead.
Rather than doing this, it would be better to get it over with.
When he died, grief was natural, but as time passed, the pain would eventually heal.
But if he lives, Nangong Chun and his wife will live in pain for the rest of their lives.
In fact, it is not difficult to choose.
Nangong Han said to Nangong Chun: "Second brother, I know it's hard for you to accept, but think about it. With Yuhai's personality, he must not be willing to live like this. He must hope to be freed. He will not blame you, but
He will thank us, and we will avenge this revenge for him. You still have to make a decision as soon as possible and don't let him continue to suffer."
"Brother, do you really think so?"
"Your son, you know best." Nangong Han said: "I think you also know that this must have been done by Du Qingchen. Why didn't he kill Yuhai because he wanted to make Yuhai happier? There is a saying that life is worse than life.
Death, now I can understand it best. If you don't do this, it just goes with Du Qingchen's wishes. Do you want him to see our jokes? Do you want Yuhai to become the conversation in other people's mouths? "
After listening to his words, Nangong Chun seemed to have suddenly made up his mind, but at this moment, it was also the time when he was most painful and entangled.
Nangong Han and his son didn't say anything more, they just sat there quietly.
After a while, Nangong Chun stood up: "I'm going to find Dean Deng. Don't let anyone else know about this matter."
Nangong Han and his son breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.