"The doctor declared the old master brain-dead last night, so the Ji Household came to hold a family meeting."
"My mom couldn't be bothered to come, so she sent me to make up the numbers."
Yan Xianjue nearly failed to hold back his laughter.
But he held it in. He was afraid that if he laughed, another ten years of good deeds would be gone.
"Then I wish you all the best." With that, Yan Xianjue hung up.
He met his family's questioning gazes.
[Dad, Mom, and Big Sis really loved gossip.]
Yan Xianjue casually announced, "Ji the Old Master is brain-dead."
Father Yan and Mother Yan instantly smiled, but quickly suppressed the corners of their mouths again and tried to lower their voices. "What unfortunate news."
Yan Wan said, "No wonder none of the Ji Household showed up for Lin Rui's memorial service today."
Father Yan thought it over. "The Ji Household will probably continue treatment. Ji Heng doesn't have the nerve to stop resuscitation."
Mother Yan nodded along. "It's not like the Ji Household can't afford it. Even knowing it's futile, they still have to keep trying, or Ji Heng will be condemned by everyone."
Only after hearing Mother Yan say that did Yan Xianjue look it up on a search engine, then say in sudden realization, "So brain death doesn't mean they declare you dead."
Yan Wan said, "Not necessarily. Regulations differ from country to country. I encountered a case like that while touring abroad. Do you remember that very short girl in our dance troupe?"
Mother Yan thought for a moment. "The girl everyone said got in through connections, but who was actually an excellent dancer?"
Yan Wan nodded. "Yes, her. Her father suddenly collapsed abroad while watching her tour performance, and then he was declared