Life is a Game

Can Sun Guanyun give up treating Sun Jikai?

The answer, of course, is no.

These days, although Sun Jikai couldn't bear to see his grandfather, who was once healthy and existed like a great man in his heart, lying weakly in the ICU with his body full of tubes, but at least Sun Guanyun was still alive.

Even if it is living without quality and suffering, at least it is alive.

Sun Jikai wanted to rush into the ward and yell at Sun Guanyun and ask him why he couldn't think about it, what went wrong, and why he gave up treatment if he was alive, but he couldn't.

He could only keep calling, his parents, his second uncle and aunt, his cousin, and Sun Guanyun's assistant, telling them to rush to the hospital to persuade Sun Guanyun.

Except for Sun Zhengqing (cousin) who did not receive a call, everyone said that they would rush to the hospital as soon as possible.

But Sun Jikai waited and waited until Sun Guanyun moved from the ICU to the general ward, only waiting for Assistant Wang to come. The other 4 people who kept saying that they would come immediately seemed to have their feet chopped off, and they disappeared for a long time.

Sun Guanyun said that if he gave up the treatment, he would give up the treatment. He refused any intubation, and he also refused the ventilator.

He was furious until only Sun Jikai and Assistant Wang were left in the ward.

"Xiao Wang, go get a wheelchair, I'm going to look at the window." Sun Guanyun said.

"Okay, Mr. Sun." Assistant Wang went outside to get the wheelchair.

"Grandpa." Sun Jikai was so anxious that tears were about to fall, he didn't think about anything now but just wanted to persuade Sun Guanyun to return to the ICU as soon as possible.

"Where are the others?" Sun Guanyun asked.

Sun Jikai was at a loss for words for a while, before he paused and said, "My parents and my second uncle said that they will now..."

"That's right, I'm going to die, they must be very busy now, they don't have time to see a dead person." Sun Guanyun sneered.

"No, it's them...maybe..." Sun Jikai wanted to argue, but he couldn't think of any reason why the four people who said they would be there soon didn't arrive after more than an hour.

Assistant Wang moved very quickly. Sun Jikai and Sun Guanyun just said a few words before pushing the wheelchair into the ward, followed by two nurses.

The two nurses carefully helped Sun Guanyun into the wheelchair. Sun Guanyun waved to Assistant Wang to signal him to go out first, and then asked Sun Jikai to push him to the window, looking up at the dark night sky.

The night view from the window was not good, most of the sky was blocked by a tall building in front, and the moon and stars could not be seen clearly.

It was pitch black above the building, but brightly lit under the building. Maybe because it was too late, no one could be seen on the road, only a few scattered passers-by in a hurry.

"Xiao Kai, what's the date today?" Sun Guanyun asked.

"No. 15." Sun Jikai said.

"Then I will try to live a little longer and die on the 16th, which sounds auspicious." Sun Guanyun said with a smile.

"grandfather!"

"Reluctance?" Sun Guanyun looked at Sun Jikai, but Sun Jikai didn't speak.

"Actually, I'm also reluctant. I should have died a long time ago, and I should have died years ago. At that time, I just couldn't bear it. I thought that I would have to live with you for another year, and then I dragged it in the hospital. The year is over. Afterwards, I thought about seeing you one more day, and then day after day, until now."

"Actually, the doctor told me what the disease would be like when it was first diagnosed. I was thinking at the time that when I was really sick and couldn't move, I could only lie on the bed and have a tube inserted, and I would not be cured."

"At that time, I felt that even if I die, I should die with dignity. If I want to die, I should die at home, and I should die sitting up. I can't lie on the hospital bed, dragging half-dead, and finally dragging until I can't drag on before dying."

Speaking of which, Sun Guanyun sighed, even the sigh was very heavy.

"It turned out to be like this. I thought I wasn't afraid of death, but in fact I was so scared." Sun Guanyun looked up at the night sky where he couldn't even see the stars, and sighed, "How could someone not be afraid of death? Even lying on the bed I can’t speak, my mouth is open and the tube is inserted, all I see when I open and close my eyes every day is the white ceiling and white walls, I want to live too.”

"Xiao Kai, isn't Jubaolou's business not doing well recently?" Sun Guanyun asked.

Sun Jikai hesitated for a while, then said, "It's a bit... depressed."

Not only is it not very good, it is simply as bad as the lowest point in history. Because Sun Guanyun wished the two brothers to fight among themselves, the management of the Treasure House was chaotic, and people's hearts were not in harmony. The lobby and the back kitchen were in a mess. Both the service and the dishes are unsatisfactory, new customers have bad reviews and old customers do not want to come again, and the turnover is getting lower and lower day by day.

During this period of time, Sun Jikai ran to both ends of the hospital restaurant, so worried that his hair fell out in handfuls.

Sun Jikai originally thought that Sun Guanyun would ask this question, and was beating his stomach in his heart to fool him, but he didn't expect Sun Guanyun to stop mentioning it, and began to care about Jiang Weiguo's physical condition.

"It should be pretty good. Jiang Feng posted his grandfather's medical examination report in Moments a year ago. I think the final result says that everything is normal and there is no problem." Sun Jikai said.

"He is in good health, safe and sound, and his life is good." Sun Guanyun coughed twice, "It turned out that he was the one I looked down on the most."

Sun Jikai was taken aback.

"I should have told you that Jiang Feng's grandfather is my junior in name." Sun Guanyun said.

"You said that Jiang Feng's grandfather seemed to be his great-grandfather's registered disciple." Sun Jikai nodded.

"Aren't you curious? Your great-grandfather has so many personal disciples, and there are countless registered disciples. Why don't I contact anyone else, but I have been in contact with Jiang Weiguo for so many years." Sun Guanyun said, not waiting for Sun Jikai. In response, he continued on his own.

"Your great-grandfather is a real master. At that time, there were no eight major cuisines and only four major cuisines. Your great-grandfather is the most well-deserved Cantonese cuisine. FJ and Guangdong and Guangxi are rich and prosperous, and guests of Jubaolou come like a cloud. Many chefs want to worship in their dreams. Enter your great-grandfather's sect as a direct disciple. Only that guy Jiang Weiguo, your great-grandfather wanted to accept him as a direct disciple, he would definitely refuse, saying that he already has a master, he can't worship other masters, and he is only willing to be a registered disciple."

"But yes, no matter how powerful your great-grandfather is, how can he compare to his own father? Even if his own father is dead, it is still a peak that no one can climb. That is Jiang Chengde, the chef of our generation Who would not know Jiang Chengde."

"Jiang Chengde?" Sun Jikai was a little confused, and whispered the name softly, feeling familiar but not impressed.

"Jiang Weiguo, an old man, had a weird temper and stubborn temper when he was young, and his talent was just like that of mine. He was extremely proud. He worked as a chef in a state-run restaurant in the countryside, and he was working all day long. It was a sweet dream to come back. What I hated most about him at that time was that he couldn’t grasp his own weight, how could he have thought that his luck would improve when he was old, and Taifeng Tower would come to his door by himself.”

"I used to look down on him, but now it's time for him to look down on me. When I was young, I was suffocated, thinking about Babao Lixiangge every day, and I didn't even have time to care about your father and your second uncle. When I was about to die they I don’t even have time to see me, and I deserve it.”

"If I die later, remember to be the first to call and tell him, and then call and tell your little master uncle Sun Maocai, beg him to come back, go back to Jubaolou to help you, he will agree." Sun Guanyun said weakly, breathing It started to get a little rushed.

"Let him give you the contact information from Assistant Wang. No matter what conditions you ask, as long as you don't give him the Jubao Building, you can agree to any conditions. You must invite him back from Hong Kong City. Jubao Building has been in my hands for so many years. At the beginning, I thought about making persistent efforts to create greater glories, making Jubaolou not only the No. 1 restaurant in FJ, but also the No. 1 restaurant in the South and the No. 1 restaurant in the country, and it turned out like this.”

"I can't do it. Your father is also a rotten fool, let alone your second uncle. I made a will a long time ago. The restaurant must be left to you. For the sake of fairness, I will give most of the money to you." It’s all given to your second uncle. You are a good boy, but it’s a pity that you wasted too much time in the early years, and now you can only rely on Sun Maocai to revive Jubaolou.”

"I haven't contacted him all these years for the sake of face, but he is your great-grandfather's closed disciple and even your great-grandfather's godson. He grew up in Jubaolou since he was a child. As long as you sincerely ask him, he will definitely come back."

As soon as the words fell, Sun Guanyun began to cough violently, and then began to pant heavily, out of breath, and had difficulty breathing.

"Grandpa, go to bed and lie down. I'll let the doctor come over and put you on a ventilator." Sun Jikai said as he was about to push the wheelchair to the side of the hospital bed.

"No!" Sun Guanyun shouted loudly, grabbing Sun Jikai's hand that was about to push the wheelchair, and holding it tightly.

"Don't call the doctor. The scenery is so beautiful tonight. It's not bad to die now. If I want to die, I will sit and watch outside to die." Sun Guanyun said stubbornly.

"You have to die when you deserve to die, and you have to accept your fate when you should accept your fate. There is no point in lying on the bed half dead."

"What's the difference between that kind of living and being dead? You can't speak or move. Why don't you talk like you are now, and you can look outside. Look, the lights outside are so beautiful and flashing. If you can see the moon Enough."

"Then I'll push you to look at the moon below." Sun Jikai couldn't hold back the tears in his eyes.

"No need, I guess you can't see it if you push it down, what time is it?" Sun Guanyun asked.

Sun Jikai glanced at his watch, choked up and said, "11:57."

Sun Guanyun smiled: "Then I will live for a few more minutes, and hurry up to say a few more words."

"Xiao Kai, your cousin is a good boy but he is not in good health. Even if your second uncle does something too extreme in the future, don't have a relationship with your cousin. You will always be brothers."

"If your dad asks you what message I left for him, you tell him to brighten his eyes and stop being submissive like a man all day long."

"Tell your second uncle, if he still has my father in his heart, don't do things that are sorry for me and your father."

"Tell Sun Changning, I regret it. In fact, it was good to hand over Jubaolou to him at the beginning. He is on our Sun family's genealogy and is also a member of our Sun family. Who is it not for his own family?"

"I'm just jealous of him, jealous of his talent, and I'm so jealous that I can use that ridiculous game to make use of it."

"Xiao Kai." Sun Guanyun's breathing was louder than his voice, "What time is it?"

"It's past zero."

"Don't be like grandpa and me in the future. When you die, you find that there are a lot of regrets that you can't fix. Do what you want to do and live happily."

"It would be even better if we could guard the Treasure Tower well."

"I want to sit and die."

"Grandpa." Sun Jikai could feel the tears dripping on the back of his hands, but he couldn't feel the tears sliding down his face.

It was as if his cheeks had lost all feeling, extremely numb.

The sound of breathing stopped.

At 0:07 on March 16, Sun Guanyun passed away at the age of 75.

Although there are still many regrets, he fulfilled his last wish.

Sitting dead.