"Keep quiet, everyone. Don't make it like a funeral."
A sudden, clear voice, as if possessing a special magic, steadily reached the ears of everyone present amidst the extremely noisy environment, so clear that everyone's expression changed and they couldn't help but look in the direction of the voice.
A handsome young man with fair skin and a chiseled face walked slowly down the corridor with his hands behind his back.
"Who are you, and why should we shut up?"
A young man with an extraordinary air about him, his eyes revealing a hint of coldness, questioned him in a chilling voice.
"What right do you, a little brat, have to meddle in our Zhang family's affairs? Get out of here, or we'll call security!"
A heavily made-up woman pointed at the boy's nose and loudly accused him.
We can cry all we want, it's none of your business. Did we eat your rice?
"Grandpa, are these all actors you hired?"
Zhang Yun remained calm and composed, and slowly asked Zhang Yu.
This question startled Zhang Yu so much that he jumped in fright.
Although I didn't detect any malice in Zhang Yun's tone, there was a hidden meaning in his words!
“I’ll handle these guys. Zhang Yun, now that you’re back, hurry up and go see your grandfather one last time.”
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Chapter 82 Poison!
Zhang Yu, leaning on his cane, hurriedly went to greet him, his eyes filled with respect. This made the two men who had just spoken up to criticize Zhang Yun widen their eyes, their faces turning ashen, filled with regret.
They were so impulsive and foolish just now that they offended the future heir of the Zhang Group!
He quickened his pace and arrived at the ward door, where Zhang Yun's spiritual energy emanated.
Sensing that Zhang He still had a very faint trace of life remaining on his body, Zhang Yun breathed a slight sigh of relief.
"Looks like I'm not too late to come back."
"Zhang Yun, you're finally back! Come and see your grandpa."
Upon hearing Zhang Yun's voice, Zhang Bingbing immediately wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes and gave Zhang Yun a poignant smile.
Zhang Yun nodded slightly and stepped into the ward.
There lay an elderly man, thin as a withered husk, on a pristine white hospital bed.
When Zhang Yun saw that the old man, who was clearly on his deathbed and on the verge of death, still had his sunken eyes open, his pupils involuntarily contracted.
He knew that this was not a sign that the old man was getting better, but rather a temporary resurgence of lucidity before his death.
If I had arrived any later, the consequences would have been self-evident.
"Zhang Yun, come to Grandpa."
Knowing he was doomed, Zhang He remained remarkably calm, and his tone was unusually questioning.
"Whether you still acknowledge me as your grandfather or not, I must apologize to you. If it weren't for my stubbornness back then, you wouldn't have suffered so much all these years. Tell me the truth, do you hate me as your grandfather?"
Until he became seriously ill, Zhang He valued family honor and the group's reputation more than anything else.
Now, however, he has not only seen through the illusions of the world, but also understood the meaning of life and death.
He only asked that he could receive Zhang Yun's forgiveness and pardon before he died.
"Zhang Yun..."
Seeing Zhang Yun remain silent, Zhang Bingbing couldn't help but tug at Zhang Yun's sleeve. After all, her grandfather was about to say goodbye forever, and fulfilling his last wish was not excessive, even if it was just a lie.
She just wanted her grandfather to pass away peacefully, without any regrets.
"Now is not the time to talk about this. Take this."
Zhang Yun's expression remained unchanged. He simply took out an exquisite porcelain bottle from his shirt pocket and handed it to Zhang He.
This scene left everyone present dumbfounded, staring at Zhang Yun's bizarre behavior.
What is Zhang Yun up to in such a serious, even somber, occasion?
"Zhang Yun, what are you doing?" Zhang Bingbing was also completely confused.
"Inside this porcelain bottle is a prescription for a medicine called the Life-Returning Pill. As long as Grandpa takes it, his condition will improve."
To avoid creating a shocking scene, Zhang Yun offered a tactful explanation.
"What?"
Upon hearing Zhang Yun's astonishing words, everyone present was stunned once again, thinking they had misheard.
“Young man, if you’ve come here just to say these things, it’s disrespectful to my patients. Please leave.”
A hint of displeasure flashed across the young female doctor's eyes.
As Zhang He's attending physician, she was naturally well aware of Zhang He's physical condition.
Even the world's most advanced equipment and top-notch medical expertise are helpless against Zhang He's condition.
Could a pill of dubious authenticity really alleviate Zhang He's condition?
What kind of international joke is this?