After the old father fell down unexpectedly, he actually made a will and gave everything in his name to the children outside. I was sad and hurt, so I rushed forward and tore up the piece of paper, "Dad, we are father and son, why do we need this! Even if I sell it, I will definitely cure you!" The doctors and nurses all praised me for my filial piety. The old father's eyes were wide open with anger, but I held him down and couldn't move. He suffered an emergency on the spot and was sent to the operating room. By the time the woman hurried over with her child, I had already endured my grief, signed the documents, and sent my father off for the final journey according to the procedure. They only saw the empty ward, collapsed and screamed, but I watched calmly - he failed to complete the will after all.
