He shook his head at his colleagues inside.

Then he went to Ye Hao, patted his shoulder and said, “Your father wakes up. He wants to see you and tell you something. You go first.”

The doctor’s voice was so heavy, from which one could even hear the kind of helplessness.

When facing a dying patient, doctors normally felt helpless and pitiful.

Ye Hao put down the proposal in his hand. Just as he turned around and was about to go outside, his hand was held by his mother, Xia Jingshu.

Xia Jingshu reminded, “A Hao, no matter what your father says or wants you to do, you must say yes, don’t piss him off anymore. Do you hear that?”

Ye Hao nodded, patting his mother on the shoulder to reassure her.

At this time, even if he could not control his temper, he knew what he should do and what he should not.

—-

In the ward, the old Mr. Ye was lying quietly in bed. In less than one day, he looked like another man with no color perceivable on his face. His entire person seemed so weak as if he were out of his breath at any time.

The medical instrument aside clearly showed his heart rate, blood pressure and other data at the moment.

He was not very old, only at the age of 63, but his life span was almost at its end.

Seven years ago, he was diagnosed with liver cancer. Two years ago, he almost died when it recurred. This time he suddenly fell unconscious and he knew he could not survive.

“A Hao…” The old Mr. Ye looked at his child beside the bed, whom he had not brought up in person since childhood.

He was also the only child he felt indebted to.

Ye Hao held his father’s hands. Suddenly some tears flowed out of his eyes.

“Dad, stay at ease. I’ve notified the most authoritative doctors in the United States. They’ll come examine you tomorrow.”

Ye Lao shook his hand slightly. Unusual peace reigning his eyes, even the desire to survive was nowhere to be found.

“No need, A Hao.” He said lightly, “I know my own body well. Don’t bother to help me find any doctor or change to another hospital.”

Tired, he no longer wanted to take the trouble to do anything else, nor did he have the energy to. Having been sick for several years, he had not had a good life. With the illness, he often suffered from unbearable physical pain, relying heavily on medicine. He didn’t want to deal with needles and medicine anymore.

“A Hao, bring me the coat I wore yesterday.”

The old Mr. Ye pointed to the clothes he had changed not far away.

Ye Hao took the clothes over.

At this time, Ye Lao struggled to put his hand into the inner pocket of his clothes, and then pulled out a small wallet, which contained a small magnetic card.

He put it in Ye Hao’s hand, hand shaking involuntarily.

“This is…”

Ye Hao looked at his father with confusion.

“This is the key to the safe, which is in the eighth room in the basement of Qin Garden. The password is the date of my wedding anniversary with your mother. If I pass away, you must keep this key and never lose it. The most important documents of our Ye family are in the safe, as well as the things handed down by Ye’s ancestors. You should take good care of them in the future. Do not lose them.

The old Mr. Ye said word by word. Because of weakness, he talked very slowly, and then gasped deeply for breaths after that.

Ye Hao put what his father gave into his pocket. He did not reply, simply holding his father’s hand tightly.

He could feel that his father’s life was coming to an end, because he looked too weak and his hands seemed to be losing temperature and getting colder and colder.