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The matching will naturally be arranged by the hospital.

Song Yuhan went with the doctor, and when he returned to the door of the ward, the group of people in the Song family were still as clueless as headless flies.

Song Yuhan was too lazy to pay attention to them anymore. Just as he was about to leave, another elder of the Song family jumped out and blocked the way, "Are you planning to leave like this?"

Song Yuhan's eyes were extremely calm, "I'm not a doctor, staying here is just a waste of time."

He said this as if he had nothing to do with the person in the ward.

Even though the elders had always known that their father and son were at odds, they were still a little shocked. "You...you are too cruel. No matter what, he is your father, and he almost died."

"I just treat him the way he treats me."

Song Yuhan laughed a little contemptuously, "If I were lying here today, Song Zhenghe would have the same attitude."

"——I'm still willing to match him with a model. Do you think he will be willing to do it?"

In just a few words, he made the elder opposite him speechless. He finally muttered: "Then you are his son, so you don't care about such a big stall..."

Song Qiankun squeezed out from the crowd, "Okay, just stop saying a few words!"

Then he turned his head and rubbed his hands with a smile, "Well, Yu Han, if you have something to do, you can leave first. We are enough here, but if we can't handle it, we have to trouble you to run..."

Song Yuhan's understated gaze passed over his face, without comment, he took Qin Taoyao and left together.

After leaving the hospital gate, Qin Taoyao spoke: "These people in the Song family are really interesting."

It is obvious that the people's hearts are not united, just like a plate of scattered sand, and it is impossible to share the joys and sorrows.

Just like fighting a war, how can we win if our morale is weak and lazy? The old Song family has been declining in recent years, and it is not without other reasons.

"They always do."

Song Yuhan sighed lightly.

If you have to tell a joke, I'm afraid the Song family is the biggest joke.

"However, if Mr. Song really can no longer manage, do you still have to go back and take over?"

Qin Taoyao just heard it, and it seemed that several people meant this.

"They are from Song Zhenghe, so they will definitely think so." Song Yuhan didn't care, "But other people have long been clamoring to separate the family, and they will not miss this opportunity."

Although Song Yuhan is also the legal heir, let them fight over that little thing.

In this case, they no longer paid attention to the Song family, which was in chaos. Only Song Qiankun occasionally reported the progress of the treatment.

——The matching results of the father and son came out and they were not suitable. The hospital readjusted the source of organs and performed an organ transplant on Song Zhenghe.

After the operation, Song Zhenghe woke up, but his body, which was not in good shape, was completely skinny.

Apart from the nurses and housekeepers, only Song Qiankun was there to take care of him.

Song Zhenghe sighed, but there was longing in his eyes, "Having a son is not as good as having an outsider take care of things."

Song Qiankun secretly laughed at him while serving him a bowl.

I don't see you treating him like a son, just trying to show off my authority.

Soon the son really wasn’t a son anymore.

Song Qiankun rolled his eyes and said with a smile: "You must know that Yu Han is busy with work and has no time."

Song Zhenghe snorted, "No time? I think he has a lot of time to take care of others."

Song Qiankun was still about to speak, but the cell phone inserted in his waist pocket vibrated.

His eyes lit up, and he said hello as he walked out of the door, "I'm going to take care of something."

At the corner of the hospital corridor, a tightly wrapped man in black handed a brown paper document bag to Song Qiankun, "What you want."

Song Qiankun couldn't wait to open it and take a look. He read the bottom line of the report over and over again. His eyebrows almost flew out with joy. "It's great, great. With this thing, I don't have to worry anymore."

"Congratulations." The man in black said solemnly, "Don't forget about our boss."

"No, no, no."

Song Qiankun carried the document and ran back to the door of the ward. He deliberately waited at the door for a while before hesitantly opening the door and entering.

What Song Zhenghe didn't like to see the most was his cowering look, so he couldn't help but ask, "What happened?"

Song Qiankun glanced at him in panic, hesitated to speak, then put the document down and replied hesitantly: "Nothing, nothing."

"what is that?"

Song Zhenghe naturally wanted to ask further questions.

The more Song Qiankun said it was nothing, the more he wanted to know what it was.

"Brother... If I don't forget it, I'll just pretend I don't know anything and burn this thing later."

Song Zhenghe's slightly bulging eyes widened, "What is it? What on earth is it?"

There was a long silence in the ward. Finally, Song Qiankun kicked out the nurses and housekeepers, gritted his teeth and said word by word: "Previously, when Yu Han matched his eldest brother, I was extra careful and let others do it by the way. A paternity test..."

"Brother, you can't blame me. Your situation was too critical at that time. You can't afford a huge family fortune to an unknown person."

"Then, the results came out today..."

Song Zhenghe's eyes almost popped out of his head, and the veins on the side of his neck popped out exaggeratedly, "So? So what's the result?"

Song Qiankun didn't speak, but his silence had confirmed the fact that he least wanted to face.

"Okay, okay..." Song Zhenghe gasped and stretched out his hand like a dead branch, "No, show me, show me..."

"Brother, calm down."

Song Qiankun persuaded with words and handed the things over with deft hands.

Song Zhenghe almost tore it open. He held the report tremblingly, his eyes glanced at the sentence "Exclusion of paternity", and his breath got stuck in his throat.

The boulder that had been weighing on my mind for so many years fell down.

Song Yuhan...is Song Yuhan really his son?

"Are you sure, are you sure there is nothing wrong with this report?! Is there something wrong?!"

As he was shaking hoarsely, Song Qiankun said helplessly: "Brother, how can there be a problem? I watched the blood being drawn with my own eyes. I didn't say anything during the test. Does anyone know who you are? Are you deliberately tampering with them? ?”

"No...it's really not...that bitch, I knew it...I knew it!"

Song Zhenghe threw the report into the air with a crash, then stopped suddenly and fell onto the snow-white pavement with a thud.

It seemed that he was really angry.

Song Qiankun pinched his watch, and after a while he picked up the report and called the doctors and nurses to deal with Song Zhenghe.

The doctor who came over was getting angry while checking, "Didn't I tell you not to irritate the patient? How could your family not care?"