Lin Jiang and Ye Lan were right, my father passed away when I was eighteen. He started a company, and my mother always worked there.
The year I took the college entrance exam, my dad was on a business trip, and suddenly felt unwell. A check-up revealed that he had been drinking too much and not resting properly, resulting in late-stage liver cancer at the age of forty-something, with not much time left.
At that time, I was busy with the college entrance exams, my mother was occupied with taking over the company affairs, and my grandfather was too old. Our family simply didn't have anyone to take care of my dad.
To avoid affecting my college exams and the normal operation of the company, my mother proposed to hire a caregiver for my dad. After all, professional tasks should be handled by professionals. We couldn't spare the time, and the occasional visits we made weren't thorough. The doctors and nurses had so many patients to attend to, so it was inevitable for them to sometimes for