Wang Hao thought he had misheard:
"What? Lung cancer?"
"Doctor, you're not mistaken, are you?"
"How could it be lung cancer? He didn't have any symptoms before. How could it suddenly turn out to be lung cancer?"
The doctor asked him,
"Has he been a smoker for many years?"
"Yes."
Wang Hao said, "He loves to smoke, sometimes going through a pack a day."
The doctor nodded. "It's terminal lung cancer. Just let him enjoy his last few months."
Wang Hao's body trembled, but Liu Chunlan was actually quite thrilled. She muttered,
"Good, this is great! God finally opened His eyes."
"Let him die. Son, leave him alone, just let him die!"
"Let's see him mess around with women now, cheating on me, hahaha."
"This is karma! Pure karma!"
Wang Hao kept searching on his phone over and over.
Finally, he had to accept reality.
Terminal lung cancer, with no possibility of a cure.
With trembling hands, he called Wang Kai:
"Big brother, Dad... Dad has lung cancer, and it's terminal."
"Brother, come over quickly."
"Lung cancer?"
Chen Qingxiu overheard, but she wasn't sad at all.
Or rather, she was completely emotionless:
"Honey, there is no cure for terminal lung cancer."
"Even taking medication is just a waste."
"Go back and spend a couple of days with him, and while you're at it..."
She didn't say more, but Wang Kai understood.
Chen Qingxiu wanted him to go back and discuss the inheritance.
When Wang Jianguo woke up, Liu Chunlan immediately started clapping:
"Wang Jianguo, do you believe in God?"
"Let me tell you, heaven punishes scumbags. Do you know what state you're in right now?"
"Do you know why you passed out?"
"Hahaha, Wang Jianguo, I am so damn happy."
"You!"
Wang Jianguo lay in the hospital bed, wanting to hit Liu Chunlan but lacking the strength.
He could only glare fiercely at her:
"What nonsense are you spouting? I just passed out because I was so mad at you."
"Liu Chunlan, the moment I get up from here, I'm going to divorce you."
"I've been married to you for decades and was always bullied by Liu Dabing. Now that he's in jail, what do I have to be afraid of?"
"I'm going to be with Xiu'er. I don't want you anymore."
"Hahaha!"
Liu Chunlan laughed, with her hands on her hips:
"Wang Jianguo, get up then."
"Hahaha, I'd like to see how the hell you get up."
Wang Jianguo immediately tried to sit up, but Wang Hao pushed him back down:
"Dad, don't get angry. Rest, you need to get a good rest."
"She's cursing me like this and I shouldn't be angry?"
"I'm in perfect health! Wang Hao, let me make this clear: even if I divorce your mother, it has nothing to do with you."
"You're still my son. The two thousand you give me every month can't be reduced, understand?"
"Of course, if you can afford it, giving me three thousand would be fine too."
"Three thousand?"
Liu Chunlan yanked his blanket off:
"Still want to spend money on that Widow Wang? Haha, Wang Jianguo, let me give it to you straight."
"You have no chance, Wang Jianguo. You're going to die."
"Hahaha, you're dying."
"God couldn't stand watching you anymore and is coming to collect you."
"Wh-what did you say?"
Wang Jianguo clutched the blanket:
"What nonsense is this damn old woman spouting?"
"I'm lying here perfectly fine, how could I be dying?"
The moment he finished speaking, Wang Meijuan rushed into the room:
"Dad! Dad, how could you get cancer? And in the terminal stage too!"
"How could this happen?"
"Cancer? Terminal?"
Wang Jianguo almost jumped out of bed:
"What did you say? Juan'er, say that again?"
Wang Meijuan was still crying:
"Dad, the doctor said you have lung cancer, and it's terminal. There's no cure."
Wang Jianguo refused to believe it:
"Impossible, how could that be? I've always been in good health, how could I possibly get lung cancer?"
"You're all lying to me, aren't you? You're all helping Liu Chunlan trick me, right?"
Wang Meijuan didn't know about Wang Jianguo's affair with Widow Zhang yet.
She continued crying:
"Dad, the doctor said you only have a few months left."
"You won't have to do anything for these next few months, we will definitely take good care of you."
"We will make sure you pass on without suffering."
"Take care of him for what?"
Liu Chunlan didn't spare Wang Jianguo any dignity:
"Juan'er, just let him die. You don't know this, but he's been sleeping with Widow Zhang from the village."
"For over ten years, Juan'er. They've been sleeping together for over a decade."
"For these past ten years, I've worked myself to the bone day and night, exhausting myself for you kids."
"And him? He had the nerve to cheat on me every single day, and even used our family's money to provide for that Widow Zhang."
"He even paid to send Widow Zhang's son to college."
"Juan'er, after all this, do you still want to take care of him?"
"Tell me, doesn't he deserve to drop dead right this instant?"
Wang Meijuan stopped crying.
She wiped her tears away:
"Mom, is everything you're saying true?"
"Did my dad really get together with Widow Zhang?"
"Of course it's true! Ask Haohao, would I lie to you?"
"For that damn widow, he even hit me."
"Look, Juan'er, look at my face. It's swollen because he hit me."
Wang Meijuan looked at Liu Chunlan's face, then looked at Wang Jianguo lying in the hospital bed, and didn't utter another word.
Wang Jianguo finally felt fear.
He shouted loudly, "Doctor! Doctor!"
The doctor didn't come, but a nurse did. He asked anxiously:
"They're lying to me, right? Tell me I'm not sick."
The nurse answered matter-of-factly, "Sir, you really do have terminal lung cancer."
Wang Jianguo's world came crashing down.
He tightly grabbed Wang Hao's pant leg:
"Son, save me. You have to save me, I don't want to die yet."
"I'm still so young, I haven't even officially retired yet."
"Son, you have money, you have hundreds of thousands. You must save me."
Wang Hao didn't agree. Remembering how Wang Jianguo had given all his money to Wang Donglin over the years filled him with anger.
"Dad, the doctor said it's terminal and there's no cure."
"They all advise against treatment. Let's just go home."
"Let's not waste money."
"I'm not going back."
Wang Jianguo tightly gripped the bed rail:
"I want treatment. I'm not going back."
"Wang Hao, Juan'er, you are my son and my daughter. I'm sick, and you must take responsibility for me."
"Where is Wang Kai? Did you call him? I'm sick, why isn't he here yet?"
No sooner had he finished speaking than Wang Kai walked through the door:
"Dad, don't blame me for being blunt, but terminal lung cancer really has no cure."
"If you continue with treatment, it will not only waste money but also make you suffer."
"Listen to me. Just go back home and rest."
"No!"
Wang Jianguo's chest heaved violently. He couldn't just give up on himself:
"I am your father! I brought you into this world."
"I exhausted myself raising you."
"Now that I'm sick, how can you treat me like this?"
He was exasperated; he was hysterical.
But the more he acted this way, the happier Liu Chunlan became.
She ordered Wang Hao and Wang Kai:
"Pack up and get him discharged. Hospital beds are in short supply, so don't let him take up space from others."
Wang Jianguo roared like a madman:
"Liu Chunlan, you venomous woman, are you trying to kill me?"
Liu Chunlan grinned, smiling with pure delight:
"I really do want you to die. But, Wang Jianguo, dying just like that would be letting you off too easy."
"I'll play the good guy for once. I'll send you to Widow Zhang's house, how about that?"
"I'll let you two lovers finally be together. I'm sure she would gladly give up everything she owns to get you treated."
"After all, you loved her so much and spent so much money on her."
