The Big Boss' Medicine 27

As soon as the words left his mouth, the middle-aged man knew he had been a bit impulsive.

In a place like a hospital with people coming and going, shouting these things out, wasn't it a bit too attention-grabbing?

The He family, no matter what, had once been counted among the wealthy and powerful. When he was young, he had also been a proud man. Now, anxiously trying to claim kinship here like some bumpkin relative from the countryside, what would people think if word got out?

Concealing the overly eager emotions in his eyes, thinking of the family's former glory, the middle-aged man belatedly felt a sense of embarrassment welling up in his heart.

He had originally thought his shouted words would draw the attention of this group of people. However, in reality, besides the police who had come to handle the procedures showing a look of surprise mixed with oddness, the expressions of the others didn't change much at all. Even the refined-looking young man whose hand was tightly held by Yan Shen only glanced at him, his dark eyes sweeping over him very indifferently.

——Not knowing that such an expressionless face was already a manifestation of the young man's extreme displeasure, the middle-aged man subconsciously assumed he was always like this.

Middle-aged man: "......"

For some reason, with no one paying him any mind, he felt even more embarrassed.

Those tall and sturdy bodyguards did focus their attention on him, but each and every one of them looked fierce and menacing, their eyes filled with hostility and exuding immense pressure. It made the middle-aged man involuntarily feel a chill down his spine, not daring to approach any closer.

With him not getting closer, the bodyguards also didn't take the initiative to give him trouble. The two sides just remained in this stalemate.

The man in the dark gray suit who looked almost identical to his sister's lover from back then acted as if he hadn't heard his words at all, not even deigning to spare him a glance. He turned his head and said a few words to the person beside him who seemed to be his assistant.

He really did look like that Yan family heir from back then. However, compared to that frivolous and romantic man from those years who always had a rakish smile on his face, this nephew who had grown up had a much colder and calmer expression, and a much stronger aura.

As for the delicate young man his nephew was holding hands with, he should be his lover?

The middle-aged man muttered inwardly. It seemed his nephew had learned to play with men while abroad.

Yan Shen didn't seem to want to acknowledge the Yan family, which was understandable. After all, his sister later became mentally unstable, going into fits of madness from time to time, lashing out at whoever was in front of her as if they were the murderer of her father. Whoever was near her suffered misfortune. Even he, a grown man, had been caught off guard and slapped a few times, let alone a little child with no ability to fight back.

Enduring torment like that, anyone would hate. How could any maternal affection remain? It was very normal to have no feelings for the He family either.

Fortunately, the only one who had abused Yan Shen back then was his mentally ill sister. Although the He family didn't help Yan Shen, at least they also didn't join in the abuse. There was still a chance to mend the relationship.

Their family must seize this opportunity!

The thought turned in his mind a few times. The middle-aged man put on a look of guilt and hesitation on his face, deliberately lowering his stance. Filled with remorse, he called out "Xiao Shen" again.

However, Yan Shen still ignored him, his dark eyes sweeping over him, as cold and indifferent as if looking at an inanimate object.

The coldness in the air had almost solidified.

After a while, it was the police station staff member who lightly coughed twice and spoke up, breaking the increasingly awkward atmosphere: "This gentleman, are you Ms. He's family member?"

The middle-aged man hurriedly took out his ID, a stiff smile stretching across his face: "Yes, yes, officer, I am her younger brother. There was a family matter during the day, and only now did I find the time to come collect... her. I'm really sorry about that."

In fact, it wasn't that he was busy. It was that no one in the family was willing to come claim the body of this lunatic who had brought disaster to the whole family. After receiving the call from the police to collect the body, everyone pushed the responsibility to each other. In the end, using the excuse that he had received the most favors from his sister in the past, they unanimously pushed this ominous task onto him.

He had originally been very reluctant to come, thinking he would delay as much as possible and only go to have her cremated when he had time.

But then this afternoon at work, a snippet of conversation he had heard from his sister a long time ago suddenly and unexpectedly came to mind.

It was right when Yan Shen had been taken away by his biological father. The woman, rejected by her lover and having lost her son, went into an unprecedented fit of madness. She found the main family and wailed for them to help her get her son back.

How could they get him back? The He family had suffered a major blow from Yan Shen's father's anger, taking a big tumble. They didn't dare provoke that man anymore. And in the end, they didn't have the ability either.

The woman rambled on and on incoherently. That woman who had made countless mistakes in the first half of her life only began to feel remorse after personally losing her son. She started to repent nonstop.

She spoke a bunch of garbled, disjointed sentences. The He family members were all impatient to listen to her. Only he, still holding onto a bit of old obligation to help at the time, listened for a while.

Most of it had been completely forgotten, with only one sentence still leaving a vague impression.

"Have to leave things for Xiao Shen... when he comes back in the future... marries a wife..."

It was precisely because he suddenly recalled this sentence that he had hurried over as soon as he got off work.

Yan Shen's father was a very generous man to his lovers. When his sister was with Yan Shen's father, she never lacked for clothes, jewelry and such. He even gave her a sports car worth over a million yuan. Later, when Yan Shen's father returned to China to handle some matters, he left behind a very large sum of child support money.

All of these things were clutched in his sister's hands!

Who knew how much was left after more than twenty years...

But having some was better than none. It was with this thought in mind that he, originally unwilling to come collect the body, had come to the hospital so eagerly.

As a result, he unexpectedly ran into Yan Shen, and he very clearly looked like he had already made it big!

The police verified his identity and said: "We're very sorry, Mr. He. You came too late. This gentleman is Ms. He's only son. According to the rules, he has more right than you to take Ms. He away."

The middle-aged man's heart jolted in panic. He almost blurted out "Then what about the inheritance my sister left behind?"

However, upon second thought, looking at Yan Shen's appearance, he seemed even more impressive than Yan Shen's father back then. Who knew how much his net worth had grown to? His perspective couldn't be so narrow as to only covet his sister's inheritance, not knowing how much of it was even left.

If he could repair the relationship with this nephew, and Yan Shen casually let some things slip from his hands, it would be enough for him to live comfortably for the rest of his life.

However, there was one thing that was quite strange. Yan Shen had actually come back to collect his mother's body, which was really unexpected.

Based on Yan Shen's experience of being abused as a child, his relationship with his mother couldn't have been very good. Now he had come to the hospital so quickly. Could it be that after so many years, he suddenly remembered his maternal love?

...In any case, this was undoubtedly beneficial for the He family.

After thinking for a moment, the middle-aged man said, "It's okay, it's okay, we're all family. It doesn't matter who comes. You see, let me talk to my nephew for a bit?"

However, the police did not immediately agree, but instead turned back to look at Yan Shen's expression, seeking his opinion. From the vastly different attitudes of the two, he could roughly infer the inharmonious relationship of this family.

This time, Yan Shen's expression finally changed. He lightly nodded to the police, indicating that it was okay.

Only then did the police breathe a sigh of relief and say, "If there's anything, communicate as soon as possible."

The middle-aged man responded with an okay. With the corner of his eye on the fiercely staring bodyguard, he approached Yan Shen with some trepidation, but forced by the cold aura emanating from his nephew, he did not dare to get too close.

He swallowed and said the words he had rehearsed several times in his heart, "Xiao Shen ah, your mother's tablet needs to enter the He family ancestral hall. Only then will it be complete, and she can rest in peace underground. Just take this opportunity to go back and take a look. Your mother's greatest wish before she died was to see you one last time. Now that you've come back to send her off, her wish is also fulfilled. Also, your mother left something for you..."

Yan Shen listened to him quietly for a while. Although he didn't express any opinion, the aura around him seemed to be getting colder and colder. The middle-aged man couldn't be sure of his attitude, and his voice couldn't help but get lower and lower.

Before Yan Shen could speak, a clear and serious voice interrupted his words.

"Sir, this is a society ruled by law now. We can't engage in feudal superstitions. The police are watching right beside us."

"..."

The police were stunned for a moment, and hurriedly moved their gaze away, pretending to be seriously observing the hospital corridor wall.

He just wanted to quietly eat some melon seeds and didn't really want to be brought on stage.

The middle-aged man looked at the person who spoke.

The speaker was the thin young man pulled by Yan Shen. He had a very well-behaved appearance, a pair of round and clear black eyes, and a clear and pleasant voice. It was just that his temper didn't seem to be very good. From the moment they met, he had a stern face and spoke such disrespectful words to his elders as soon as he opened his mouth.

Who knows where he got the guts from. He really had no upbringing.

Being so mercilessly choked by a junior's lover, the middle-aged man's expression instantly became extremely ugly. However, he still remembered that the top priority now was to repair the relationship with Yan Shen. So, his expression changed and changed again, and finally calmed down. He started to persuade in a good voice, "This is a tradition passed down for thousands of years. Only people without roots will not have their tablets enter the family ancestral hall after death. You child, this is not letting Xiao Shen be unfilial—"

"Mr. He." Yan Shen listened quietly for a while and suddenly spoke, "My lover is right. It's a new era now. There's no need to engage in the old ways of the older generation. I will naturally handle my mother's funeral. There's no need to trouble Mr. He."

As soon as he heard Yan Shen's words, the middle-aged man's heart sank heavily.

There was no time to assess Yan Shen's special title for the young man. Yan Shen's words revealed that he had no intention of acknowledging the He family at all, which was too straightforward and left him at a loss for how to continue.

After being stunned for a while, he hurriedly turned to the police officer observing the hospital wall on the side for help, "Comrade police officer, you see, this is my sister. The elders in the family are all waiting to send her into the ancestral hall. How can we let her stay outside..."

The police officer, who was named, had to move his gaze back from the wall. He coughed lightly and solemnly recited the propaganda slogan for eliminating feudal superstitions, "...This, Mr. He, in this day and age, feudal thoughts are indeed not acceptable. We must abandon the unnecessary shackles of the old era and liberate people's minds. After all, people must keep up with the times."

This Mr. Yan had a very high status. His rank was low and he couldn't access this person's information. But from the cautious attitude of his superiors when instructing him to come and handle the procedures, he could still vaguely infer the weight of this Mr. Yan.

Moreover, the other party was completely following the regular procedures. As the child of the deceased, his priority to claim the body was indeed higher than that of other relatives. The law did not stipulate that one must enter the family ancestral hall after death. The He family had no justifiable reason to stop Yan Shen from taking the deceased away.

When the middle-aged man heard his noncommittal words, he became anxious and wanted to say something more. But at this time, the door of the morgue opened, and a tightly covered mobile bed was pushed out from inside.

The crowd made way for the mobile bed to pass through.

The body had been pushed away, and Yan Shen naturally had no reason to stay.

Reaching out to smooth a tuft of hair that had somehow stuck up on Su Duan's head, Yan Shen swept a glance at the middle-aged man before leaving, and the words he spoke seemed to be tempered with ice, "If my mother were still here, she probably wouldn't want to enter the He family ancestral hall either."

To him, his mother did not fulfill her obligations as a mother. This was a grievance between them. But the He family had also never done anything good for the mother and son.