1277 One Last Time (2/2)
”You...you were waiting for me all along?” Zhao Manyan finally spoke, staring at the old man who was already dead.
His father was gravely ill after the World College Tournament. Zhao Manyan was told that he would not live for more than half a month. The family had agreed to let him die peacefully in advance, to avoid being tortured by the illness.
However, it had already been half a year since then, but the old man was still holding onto his last breath.
The man had endured the pain and torture for half a year… just to hear the news that he was still alive and see his son for one last time!
Zhao Manyan could no longer withhold the emotions in his heart. He fell onto the chest of the old man that was slowly growing cold and burst out crying like a kid.
The nurse let out a sigh upon seeing this.
The father and son were separated by death right after they had reunited. The old man had endured the torture of the illness for half a year just for this moment. The past half a year was longer than the old man's entire life.
Luckily, he made it. His father could finally rest in peace.
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”Sir, you still have the smell of a cigarette on you, you can't go in there!” a nurse yelled loudly outside the room.
”Time's up; having the smell or not doesn't matter to the old man now,” Bacon smiled.
”How can you say that? He's still a patient. He's still alive as long as he's breathing,” the nurse snapped.
”You still don't know what I do for a living, right?” Bacon looked at the stubborn nurse with a cold grin, ”You save people's lives, but I'm quite the opposite!”
The nurse backed away subconsciously after seeing the man's terrifying gaze.
Bacon opened the door and immediately noticed the man wearing a mask.
”Who are you?” Bacon immediately showed strong hostility and glared at Zhao Manyan sharply.
”Sir, he's Dr. Mo, he's working the night shift today,” the nurse quickly explained.
”Take off the mask,” Bacon snapped coldly, but did not attack right away.
”Mr. Bacon, there's no need to be so rude...”
”It's none of your business!” Bacon glared at the nurse. The nurse froze in place. She was so terrified that she could not even speak.
Bacon walked up to Zhao Manyan and repeated, ”Take off the mask!”
Zhao Manyan's breathing intensified after feeling the enormous pressure from the man.
Zhao Manyan recognized the man. He was one of the assassins that Zhao Youqian had hired to kill him. He was a Super Mage. Zhao Manyan did not stand a chance against him.
Zhao Manyan slowly took off the mask under the pressure, revealing his face. It was a haggard but handsome face.
Bacon stared at Zhao Manyan. His murderous aura rose for a moment, but it soon dissipated rapidly.
”I'm sorry, I've never seen you before. Dr. Mo, right? How's the old man?” Bacon withdrew his intimidating demeanor and wore an insincerely apologetic smile.
”He passed away, just a moment ago,” Zhao Manyan said.
”Oh? Guess it makes me less guilty,” Bacon said.
”Tell the family to make arrangements,” Zhao Manyan donned the mask and left the ward with a cold expression.
”Don't you worry, it will surely be a grand funeral knowing how rich the family is, hehe!” Bacon replied.
Zhao Manyan took a deep breath again while heading out of the room. The nurse followed quickly.
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After going outside, Zhao Manyan was struggling to breathe. The tears that he tried his very best to hold still ended up pouring down like a rain.
Zhao Youqian had the urge to tear the scarface into pieces with his bare hands when he was uttering disrespectful words at his father. Unfortunately, he could not do it, since he was still too weak to take the man on, nor could he do anything to Zhao Youqian, who basically had the whole Zhao Clan under his control now.
Zhao Manyan walked aimlessly on the streets, like a zombie. The city was still lively at night. In the past, he would be spending his money recklessly by now. However, the city looked completely empty in his eyes. All he could see was a boundless darkness!
There was no sense of direction, nor a single glimpse of light in it.
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Zhao Manyan had no idea where he was after wandering around aimlessly. He only sensed a black shadow moving past him from the side.
Zhao Manyan lifted his gaze and saw a familiar figure slowly walking out of the shadow with a pure and sincere smile.
”Old Zhao, I knew you weren't dead!” Mo Fan quickened his pace after appearing from the shadows.
Zhao Manyan was stunned. He smiled too, even though his smile looked rather ugly.