I lost my vegetative state, and I became the richest man in the world

Many businessmen in Wanwan did not expect that the little-known Lin Fannan was actually supported by Sir Yang and the Imperial Group.

In other words, with the support of the Imperial Group, Lin Fannan will soon become one of the main rich men in Wanwan.

Under the circumstance that those people didn't understand, Lin Fannan's wife took her son and daughter and left Wanwan to study in Xiangjiang.

When the time came to January 1988, 1.

This morning.

Yang Ming woke up from a nightmare, covered in cold sweat.

It seems that the place of Huanshan Hotel is really not suitable for him to continue living here.

"Master, how are you?" Ah Zhu and Lan Jieying came in.

Seeing Yang Ming's expression was very strange.

"I can't live in this place, I want to change to another place to live in."

. . .

At this time, Mr. Jiang in Qiyan's apartment, the god of death seems to have arrived and waited ahead of time.

In the past two days, his subordinates reported a very important news to him. It was still a big blow to Mr. Jiang. In addition, he had already coughed and vomited blood. Now after hearing this news, he has been unable to sleep for a long time.

In the cold and lonely night, the god of death who greeted Mr. Jiang appeared mercilessly. Of course, this night, it can only be regarded as saying hello one day in advance.

That night, it was bleakly cold outside the window of Qiyan’s apartment, and the chill made the winter night look dark and hard, making people feel an irresistible sense of loneliness and the tiny sense of extinction of life.

Qi Yu's apartment was dark, and there was a smell of medicine in the air.

Mr. Jiang was lying in his room, engaging in the final tug-of-war with Death.

Originally, on such a festival, for Chinese people, it should be the time for children to come back and get together, or at least it should be the time for children to fulfill their filial piety before their sick beds. However, Mr. Jiang has no children around him, and his children are either sick or released. , or marry far away.

There is only one child left in Wanwan, which is his third son.

There is also Mr. Jiang's wife, but his wife has not been feeling well for the past few days, and she is also sick in bed, lying on the sickbed in the room next to Mr. Jiang, unable to take care of herself.

In great pain, Mr. Jiang survived the night of January 1988, 1, but by January 12, he was exhausted in the tug-of-war with death.

First, on the morning of January 1, Mr. Jiang felt extremely restless. He got out of bed and sat in a wheelchair for a while, and then went back to bed for a while.

This action almost went back and forth for a long time.

Then, Mr. Jiang told Adjutant Weng Yuan that his stomach was uncomfortable.

Weng Yuan hurriedly called the doctor to see him. It happened that the doctor on duty at that time was Jiang Bining, and Jiang Bining was an expert in heart disease, not good at stomach and intestines. Luo Guangrui, a doctor of gastroenterology, was on a business trip that day.

However, there was no other doctor, so Jiang Bining had to go to see Mr. Jiang. After seeing it, he put on a nutritional drip for Mr. Jiang, and immediately contacted Dr. Luo Guangrui, a gastroenterologist, and asked him to come back quickly.

At 9 o'clock in the morning, Mr. Jiang felt extremely painful. He said to Adjutant Weng Yuan, "I am really in great pain, and I feel uncomfortable all over. Please think of a way."

However, as an adjutant, Weng Yuan really had no choice, but he who had followed Mr. Jiang for many years knew very well that Mr. Jiang would not speak like this if the pain was not unbearable.

Therefore, he could only continue to comfort Mr. Jiang, saying that Luo Guangrui, a gastroenterologist, was on his way back, you should take care, and so on.

Anyone who is sick knows that any consolation is meaningless and cannot increase or decrease the pain, so Mr. Jiang is still in pain and tossing and turning on the bed.

At 11 o'clock in the morning, Mr. Jiang's third son came to see his father, and then said that he would accompany the old lady to the Shilin Mansion for dinner, and left from Mr. Jiang's room.

Mr. Jiang didn't want his children to see his pain, so he endured it for a long time. After Mr. Jiang's third son left, Mr. Jiang still felt unwell.

But what was even worse was that he suddenly asked Weng Yuan the eldest son, where is the second son?Weng Yuan replied that the third son was eating and the second son was far away in Xinjiapo.

After hearing this, Mr. Jiang said "Oh" and didn't speak again.

But according to Weng Yuan's observation by his side, he could feel that Mr. Jiang wanted to say something, but he stopped talking and fell into deep thought.

"Yang, where is Sir Yang?" Mr. Jiang asked again without seeing his son and wife.

Yesterday morning, Yang Ming had a nightmare at the Huanshan Hotel. Using this as an excuse, he and He Chaojue moved out of the Huanshan Hotel, and then stayed in a five-star hotel owned by Cai's family.

On this point, Weng Yuan knew.

Many people have self-premonitions when they are about to die.Mr. Jiang is about the same.He must have wanted to say his last words to his son, but without any children by his side, he could only remain silent.

As for Sir Yang, during this time, Mr. Jiang has been seeing him.

However, now Mr. Jiang always feels that it will be difficult for him to survive his physical condition.

"Hurry up, let Sir Yang come to see me. Don't inform anyone except him."

"Yes, Mr. Jiang." Weng Yuan hurriedly went to inform Yang Ming.

After half an hour.

Yang Ming came quietly by car.

Yang Ming had already seen that something was wrong with Mr. Jiang, and he didn't talk to him for long.

When the time came to 12:40, Mr. Jiang suddenly felt unwell. It was retching, but suddenly he vomited, and he vomited profusely. The vomit was full of dark red blood. All red.

Seeing this situation, Yang Ming and Weng Yuan were startled, and Weng Yuan hurriedly took a stainless steel basin from the bed to pick it up.

At this time, Mr. Jiang is no longer just spitting out his mouth, but spraying it from his mouth and nose.

Weng Yuan was terrified and immediately reported to the medical officer on duty. Seeing this situation, the medical officer also felt that something was wrong, so he immediately contacted the medical staff to come to support the rescue.

At this time, apart from a lieutenant, Weng Yuan, beside Mr. Jiang, there was Yang Ming.After Weng Yuan wiped off the blood on Mr. Jiang's face with a towel, and dealt with the blood on the bed, seeing Mr. Jiang's aging sick body becoming weaker and weaker, his heart was heavy beyond words.

Mr. Jiang is extremely weak, and has been completely defeated by the god of death. The reason why he has not closed his eyes for a long time is naturally waiting for the arrival of Mr. Jiang's third son, because it is impossible for other relatives to appear.The distance is too far, Mr. Jiang and Mrs. Jiang, who are next door, are sick and lying on the bed. They are afraid that it will be unbearable to tell them, so they dare not tell them.

At first, after a doctor's rescue, he thought that Mr. Jiang's condition was finally stable, but only after a while, at 12:55, Mr. Jiang started to vomit blood again.

Everyone tried to rescue again, but this time, the result was only to drag the shadow of the god of death. After Mr. Jiang vomited blood, he lay down with his head tilted, his eyes were closed, and there was no more movement. In a peaceful state, the heartbeat gradually disappears like footsteps that are gradually going away!

Seeing this situation, the doctors knew that the rescue was just due diligence, and the fire of Mr. Jiang's life had been extinguished. (end of this chapter)