At 8:34 p.m., the old lady passed away.
Ms. Tan wept profusely over the hospital bed, her cries echoing from the third floor to the second floor.
After sobbing a few times for grandma, Chen Debao could cry no more, and pulled Ms. Tan, who was still deeply engrossed in tears, to one side, "Mom, grandma had a bank book, right? Did she mention where she put it?"
Chen Hongshan happened to hear this as he entered the room and immediately became so angry that his veins bulged, "Chen Debao!" he yelled at Chen Debao, "At a time like this, you're still thinking about your grandmother's money; how could your father raise such a worthless brat!"
Chen Qingshan had gone to take care of the paperwork and was not in the ward.
Ms. Tan halted her tears abruptly as she responded, "His second uncle, what you say... Debao was just asking, he didn't say he wanted to swallow the money in the book. And since the old lady always lived with us, it's only natural for us to ask."
