Seventy-Seven Will (IV)

Yu Sheng couldn't bear it, "Fourth Master, how about you lie down on the bed?"

"No, I've slept long enough..." Tang Wei refused. As soon as he lay down on the bed, maybe he would fall asleep again. He didn't have much time left, so why was he willing to waste it on sleep? He should stay and talk to her, see her more...

"Let's get down to business."

Yu Sheng pulled the blanket covering him and glanced at the two lawyers behind him. One of them stepped forward and handed a document to Tang Wei.

"Fourth Master, this is done according to your wishes. Please take a look."

Tang Wei nodded and just said in harmony with Yu Sheng, "Read it to me."

Yu Sheng took it, took a deep breath, and said as calmly as possible: "Will. Testator: Tang Wei..."

He thought he could be calm, but when he read this, his voice became hoarse. Accompanying him in making a will is a cruel thing; reading it is even more cruel. Fourth Master made the right choice by letting Miss Shang go out and not go through this.

"Go on." Tang Wei didn't know what was going on in his heart, but as a person involved, he remained calm.

"Due to my critical illness, I have made this will. The existing properties will be dealt with as follows: First, all the five real estate properties located in Jucheng will be inherited by Shang Shiyu; second, all 20% of av's shares will be inherited by Shang Shiyu. …”

As Yu Sheng read the words one by one, even the nurse next to him became red-eyed.

He was a man, and his eyes turned red in the end. There were not many words, but there were countless pauses in the middle. The entire ward was extremely depressed.

Finally, it's over.

The lawyer said: "Fourth Master, if there is nothing to amend, just sign here."

"Yeah." Tang Wei nodded.

Most of his property was left to merchants. This will ensure that she has no worries about food and clothing, and is financially independent. No matter what happens, she does not need to be dependent on anyone else.

Yu Sheng took the pen from his pocket and handed it to him. He raised his hand and put it down heavily. There was a flash of pain in Yu Sheng's eyes, and he carefully placed the pen between his mouth and index finger. He asked uncertainly: "Fourth Master, can you still hold on?"

"Yeah, okay..." The pen was very light, but it shook violently in his hand.

He spent all his strength and finally wrote the word "Tang Wei". With these two words, the spirit is no longer as high as in the past. Instead, it is crooked and uneven.

After signing, he put down his pen, breathed heavily, and leaned tiredly on his wheelchair.

Tang Wei looked like this, which was unbearable. He looked more like a weak and helpless child, and like the oil lamp that was gradually running out of light, as if the lamp would run out of oil in the next second if the wind blew gently.

Yu Sheng picked up the pen sadly, handed the document to the lawyer, and advised: "Fourth Master, you should rest!"

"Leave me alone...send the documents to the notary office..." Tang Wei rested for a while, seemed to feel better, and then said again: "Let Shang Shang come in."

Yu Sheng couldn't say anything else. Finally, after repeatedly telling the nurse to take care of him, he led the lawyer away.

The moment he opened the door, Shang Shiyu was squatting at the door with his arms around him. Tang Song was also standing next to him, his expression also extremely heavy.

As soon as the door opened, Yu Sheng bowed his head and saw Shang Shiyu, whose eyes were as red and swollen as light bulbs. There was a lump in his throat and he said, "Miss Shang, the fourth master wants you to come in."

Shang Shiyu swayed and stood up slowly, "Then I'll go wash my face."

After saying that, he turned directly into the bathroom on the other side.

Here, only Yu Sheng and Tang Song are left. Yu Sheng finally couldn't hold it back and said: "Doctor Tang, aren't you a medical genius? Isn't it possible that you can't do anything about Fourth Master's disease?"

Tang Song smiled bitterly, "Better drugs are still being researched."

"How long will it take to study?"

"It could be 50 years or 100 years if it's slow. It could be a few years if it's fast."

Yu Sheng's eyes were filled with pain, and his voice became darker, "Even if it takes a few years, Fourth Master can't wait that long. Is there no other way?"

"Yes, but it's more dangerous..." Tang Song didn't look relaxed at all, "We are already discussing it."

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Shang Shiyu washed his face and patted his cheeks to make his face look better, before finally opening the door and going in. The nurse greeted her and went out first.

Suddenly, they were the only two people left in the room. Tang Wei was still sitting in the wheelchair. As soon as she came in, he smiled at her. That smile made her feel heartbroken. But she always curled her lips and gave him a smile.

"It took me so long to come in. I thought you were planning not to come in." Tang Wei spoke first.

Shang Shiyu sat on the ground, lying on his lap with a nostalgic face, pretending to be relaxed and complaining, "It's only been a few minutes, but it feels like it's been a long time? I've been waiting in this ward for many, many minutes."

Tang Wei touched her little face that had lost a lot of weight with his long fingers, and said lovingly: "I made you suffer."

He had known that letting her know everything and accompanying him through the illness would be a kind of torture for her.

"It's not bitter. As long as you wake up, I'm willing to wait as long as you want." She kissed his fingers greedily, feeling the little warmth left on his body greedily. He was sick of his body, but she was sick of her heart. Only when he recovers can she follow suit.

"Shang Shang, don't sit on the ground, it's cold."

"It's not cold. It's not cold at all when I hold you." She coquettishly rubbed her face on his leg, like a kitten.

Tang Wei's eyes were full of doting, "You have to be obedient and good. Find a chair and sit down. Don't let me worry about you anymore."

Shang Shiyu didn't want him to worry. She didn't sit down in the chair because that would not be close enough to him. She took a pillow from the cupboard, put it under her body, and sat next to him. "This will stop the cold. Don't worry about me."

"How can I not worry about you?" Tang Wei's fingers were gently stroking back and forth between her soft black hair. He steeled himself and talked to her, "The nurse said you were discharged from the hospital today to do some work. What have you been busy with?"

His words reminded her.

Shang Shiyu said: "I went to your place."

"Go to my place?" He was surprised.

"Well, I went to get the household registration book. Then Dr. Tang used my birthday to open the password of your safe. Mr. Tang, your password is too perfunctory, which makes it easy for thieves."

"Yes. From now on, these will be handed over to you for safekeeping, so you will set the passwords." After he left, everything belonged to her, so she would naturally keep it.

Shang Shiyu heard the meaning of these words, but did not dare to think deeply about it. He just shook his head and looked up at him with bright eyes, "You have so much money, I don't want to help you keep it. From now on, you will still keep it. Take the money If I make more money, I will be responsible for spending it.”