Old Man Shen on the hospital bed had been paying attention to the conversation between the two. He looked at the photo in Shen Qingshang's hand, supported himself on the edge of the bed with his arms, and tried very hard to sit up.

Shen Qingshang also noticed the old man's actions. He thought about it, and finally came to the bedside and handed the photo in his hand to the old man: "Take a look, these are Xingyao's two children, and also his only two great-grandchildren..."

Shen Qingshang emphasized the two words "only two".

There is no other reason. Shen Qingzhe has lost his fertility, and Shen Chengming has also gone to another world. Currently, the fourth generation of the Shen family can only be Shen Xingyao's child.

Therefore, after Lin Yue became pregnant with her third child, the happiest person was Shen Qingshang.

Because of the action just now, Mr. Shen was already exhausted. At this moment, he didn't even have the strength to take a photo.

But he opened his eyes wide and tried hard to see the child in the photo clearly.

This is his great-grandson, so cute.

Especially the little boy, who looks almost exactly like Xingyao when he was a child.

The difference is that Xingyao often had a sullen face and frowned when he was a child, and he rarely smiled.

This child is different. Although his expression is indifferent, the gleam in his eyes is very obvious. It is obvious that he is a child who grew up in happiness.

Looking at the photos, Mr. Shen's thoughts drifted far away...

At the beginning, he didn't dislike Shen Xingyao, the eldest grandson, very much. After all, he was the first child of the third generation of the Shen family. How could he not like him?

What happened later that caused the relationship between the two to deteriorate to this point?

At this moment, Mr. Shen looked at the child in the photo and his heart was filled with regret.

It seems like he hasn't actually met his two great-grandchildren yet?

I didn't even prepare a gift for the meeting.

There's a high probability that we won't have the chance to meet again in the future, right?

Thinking of this, Mr. Shen's heart immediately tightened, and a fishy and sweet taste surged in his throat again, but this time he couldn't hold it in anymore and vomited it out with a loud bang.

When Shen Qingshang saw this, he immediately went to the bedside and pressed the call button.

Soon, several doctors and nurses rushed in and began to rescue Mr. Shen.

......

The rescue lasted all night, and the lights in the operating room were not turned off until almost dawn.

Shen Qingshang had been guarding the door of the operating room without leaving.

But he was old after all, and he had been staying up late these days, and he didn't pay attention to keeping warm. He fell ill after Mr. Shen returned to the intensive care unit.

Fortunately, he was in the hospital, where the doctor gave him a fever-reducing injection and arranged for him to rest in a nearby ward.

When Mr. Shen woke up again, it was already the afternoon of the next day.

The wind was still howling outside.

Mr. Shen asked the butler to invite his private lawyer consultant over, saying that he had important matters to arrange.

The legal consultant is also an old acquaintance of the Shen family. When he rushed to the hospital, Mr. Shen seemed to be in good spirits.

But everyone knew in their hearts that this was probably just a last gasp.

At this time, Mr. Shen was leaning on the hospital bed with an oxygen tube still inserted in his nose. When he saw the housekeeper come in, he smiled.

"Thank you for your hard work. You have to come here in such a strong wind and heavy snow."

The housekeeper looked at Mr. Shen and felt very uncomfortable: "Grandpa, do you feel better?"

Mr. Shen curled his lips and said, "I know my own body, and that's it."

"I asked you to come here today mainly to revise my will..."

The housekeeper and the lawyer were a little shocked. Modify the will?


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