After listening to my answer, my father's mood improved significantly. Under the influence of my father, my worries have also faded a lot. No matter what my father planned, I cherished this precious opportunity to dedicate myself to my father one last time. Even if my father was still thinking about my younger brother (saving money) in every way before he died, I didn't care. Because, I'm happy to spend money for my father! Spending money for one's father is never a burden, but an honor.

In the face of imminent death, in fact, my father and I should be depressed. However, after reaching a consensus on the cost of future affairs, both my father and I couldn't help but express a sense of joy from the heart. Therefore, the following discussion is extraordinarily brisk.

My father was born and grew up in the old society, so the feudal mentality was deeply rooted. My father told me that a wooden coffin must be prepared for him and that he must be buried. In the current situation, I will naturally not refuse my father's request, whether it is reasonable or not.

This time, the father did look very abnormal. Because, my father is a man of few words, and it is absolutely unprecedented for him to talk to me for so long at one time. However, this time it was by no means a return to the past. But after all the explanations were made clear, my father once again regained his previous taciturn nature.

Since then, my father has hardly spoken. Although I insisted that I did not disclose the more terrible illnesses such as "advanced stage" and "less than a month" to my father, my father, who knew that he was going to die, just waited for death to die after the last time he talked to me. Although my father's spirit was not completely broken, I could tell that he had lost all instinct for survival. Actually, I had expected such a bad situation, but I didn't expect it to come so quickly. I know that my father really hasn't been long.

I took care of my father day and night, and at the same time planned all kinds of preparations. The matter of the coffin is the priority. I asked the old carpenter classmates who grew up with bare buttocks since childhood, and after explaining the standards of the wooden coffin, I asked the old classmates to help make the wooden coffin as quickly as possible. Of course, all the costs are paid by me. Even without my father's entrustment, it would be difficult for me, the elder brother, to ask for money from my younger brother.

Thankfully, the wooden coffin was finally made before my father died. When my father saw the huge and majestic coffin with his own eyes, a rare wave finally appeared in his lifeless expression. As I supported my father, I could clearly feel the surging joy that burst out of my father's weakened body. After a long period of excitement, my father's love gradually calmed down. After that, there was a little more peace in the heavy dead air on my father's face.

The so-called "knowing the father is more than the son", I know that the father at the last moment died safely. In fact, there were many regrets in my father's old age. However, before my father closed his eyes, these regrets were made up one by one. Because of his partiality, he led to the discord between father and son, but now the eldest son, who is at odds with him, has been able to accompany him day and night at the head of his bed; Because of his partiality, he led the brothers to discord, but now the eldest son and the younger son have reconciled as before due to their critical illness; Because the times are different, now those who have passed away are only allowed to be cremated, but the filial eldest son has promised himself that he will definitely be buried; In addition, the youngest son has also grown up and is completely self-reliant...... Now, my father has nothing to worry about.

However, mental peace does not alleviate physical pain. There is another frightening thing about "liver cancer", that is, "pain"! As his condition worsened, the pain in my father's body increased. My father has a strong personality, and at first, he just endured it silently. I often saw my father sweating profusely as he endured severe pain. I only hated myself for not being able to endure pain for my father. I could only keep wiping my father's sweat beads, and I could only try to relieve my father's pain with a broken massage...... My father's food was getting worse day by day, and I could see that my father was getting weaker. However, there was nothing I could do, I could only watch. It's definitely a brutal mental torture!

I really couldn't bear to watch my father suffer so much anymore, so I tried to collect anesthetics everywhere. At that time, drug control was not as strict as it is now, and a lot of money could still be raised through certain means and certain connections. The anesthetic came, but at first, my father resolutely refused to use it. My father was so stubborn that I had nothing to do but continue to watch him suffer.

In the last few days, my father finally couldn't stay up. The father wailed hoarsely, and the father rolled all over the bed...... Eventually, the father gave in. After being given an anesthetic, my father finally calmed down! This time, my father finally spoke rarely, and although his voice was very weak, I could hear it clearly. "I, I use anesthetic, yes, because I don't want to make a fool of myself in front of everyone." Alas, his father, who has been stubborn all his life, is actually very good-looking! Otherwise, he wouldn't have been so happy when I promised to make my father's funeral a success.

Because of the use of anesthetics, my father seemed quiet for the last two days. I watched my father lie quietly on the bed, and watched my father fall asleep quietly...... The torment in my heart was not as strong as before. Alas, my father has suffered a lot of sins these days. I couldn't eat well because of the pain, and I couldn't sleep. At that time, my father could really be called "life is better than death"! Therefore, I was somewhat happy that my father was finally able to agree to the use of anesthetics.

However, I heard from others later. This anesthetic cannot be abused, and if it is used too much, then the effect will gradually decrease. In other words, although I had prepared a lot of anesthetics, if I had used them in the first place, my father might still be rolling in pain for the last few days. Perhaps it was because of my father's stubborn personality that we used the anesthetic correctly.

Because there was no pain, my father walked peacefully! At that time, almost all of my father's relatives were in front of me, and of course, for fear of infection, everyone except me kept a long enough distance from my father. I was the only one sitting on my father's bed, who was holding my hand tightly. To this day, I still remember that very strange scene. My father spat the last breath of hot air into my face before closing his eyes