Chapter 532
Grandpa Zhang immediately realized that Zhang Hanyu must have done something wrong again, and his anger flared up once more.
“Chief Deputy Cheng, what has he done this time? Who was it that brought him down here?” Grandpa Zhang asked in a low, controlled voice.
Zhang Hanyu, trembling in fear, looked at Chief Deputy Cheng with a pleading expression, hoping that the man might help him hide the truth.
But he didn’t stop to think—if it weren’t for Grandpa Zhang and his father, what would Zhang Hanyu be?
Who would even care about him?
So Chief Deputy Cheng ignored his pleas completely, his tone cold as he said, “At the end of October last year, he gathered a group of local thugs and had them teach a young couple a lesson. Word has it that the couple didn’t take the bait, and instead, those thugs were beaten half to death.
The thugs, angered and humiliated, used this as leverage, blackmailing Zhang Hanyu and Peng Huijing for money, threatening to report them to the police. They had no choice but to give them close to 10,000 yuan. During this time, Zhang Hanyu became closer and closer to those thugs, and that’s how he got addicted to gambling.”
“You bastard!” Grandpa Zhang glared at Zhang Hanyu in fury.
Zhang Hanyu, who had originally been despondent and felt as though his life was over, suddenly found his temper.
“Yeah, I did cause trouble for them. What’s it to you? I’m your biological grandson, yet you’re defending two country bumpkins over me? Grandpa, are you turning your back on me?”
Zhang Hanyu had finally reached his breaking point and yelled out all the grievances he had been holding inside.
Grandpa Zhang laughed bitterly, his anger rising to the point of disbelief. “Have you forgotten? Xiaoxiao saved my life. If it weren’t for her, I’d have been buried in the ground by now. Not just me—thousands of people across China have been cured thanks to her prescriptions.”
“And so what? Didn’t she get rewarded and praised for handing over the prescription? You’re a former top official in Beijing—what’s your status? And what’s hers? She treated you, so isn’t that just her job? I don’t understand why you treat her like she’s some kind of savior! Should every patient who is saved by a doctor worship them like gods? Are all the people saved by doctors supposed to treat them as life-savers?” Zhang Hanyu retorted, completely unwilling to concede.
Grandpa Zhang was speechless for a moment, but then his tone turned even colder. “Can it be the same? A doctor’s job is to save lives and heal the wounded. When they go to work in a hospital, their goal is to save people. And you don’t know—how many of those who were saved by doctors didn’t carry a deep sense of gratitude? And how many of them, when faced with trouble in the future, won’t lend a helping hand in return?”
Grandpa Zhang felt as though not only was Zhang Hanyu morally bankrupt, but he had completely lost his fundamental sense of decency.
He couldn’t understand—this boy had grown up right in front of their eyes. How could he turn out like this?
They had taught him all the right values and principles, everything he should have learned.
“No! Those people weren’t grateful! Both the doctor and Su Xiaoxiao took money. They shouldn’t have taken extra gratitude,” Zhang Hanyu shouted back, his voice tinged with defiance.
Grandpa Zhang, too frustrated to speak further, waved his hand dismissively.
“Forget it, there’s nothing more to say. Just wait to be executed.”
With that, Grandpa Zhang turned to walk out with Grandma Wang.
But even as he said those words, his posture seemed to sag, as if he had aged several years in a moment, his vitality drained away.
Zhang Hanyu stood frozen, then, in a panic, called out, “Grandpa! Grandma! You can’t just leave me! I’m your only grandson!”
“I just gambled a bit, why should I die for this? It’s not fair! I demand a protest!” he shouted, his voice cracking in desperation.