Not far in front of the cashier, I saw a thin middle-aged man sitting on the ground in a rather embarrassed posture.

His upper body was leaning against the side of the counter, with one hand covering his chest. A large amount of sweat continued to slide down his pale face. His frown showed how much pain he was suffering at the moment.

But even at this point, he still held the phone tightly with his other free hand and said in as calm a voice as possible: "No matter what method you use, you must let the doctor delay it for an hour... No, forty minutes, I

I will definitely get the panacea back."

He said, shaking his fingers and hung up the phone.

At this moment, the salesperson and several store assistants rushed to his side and said anxiously: "Master Zhong, how are you? Let's help you go to the rest area to rest for a while."

After saying that, I couldn't wait for him to agree, so I immediately hurriedly helped the person.

The head of the Zhong family only felt the pain in his heart, and he no longer had the strength to speak, so he could only let them half-support and half-lift him to the sofa.

As soon as he lay down, he struggled to speak.

But before he could speak, the salesperson had already spoken, and said helplessly: "Master Zhong, it's not that we won't help you pass the message, it's that the panacea in our store is no longer there."

"It's useless even if I send a message to you, we can't create a new panacea."

Master Zhong's expression froze for a moment, and then cracked inch by inch, and even the remaining light in his eyes quickly dimmed.

He didn't speak, but the aura of grief and sorrow emanating from his body made people deeply feel the pain he was feeling at this moment.

The store clerks couldn't bear it.

Even Ruan Shaohuai couldn't help but walked to Sheng Shijing and sighed: "Master Zhong is determined to die. I'm afraid something will go wrong with Miss Zhong."

Xie Xihe was surprised that the man was half white and half gray, with a complex complexion tinged with a faint golden light. Hearing this, he couldn't help but feel moved in his heart and asked: "The Miss Zhong you are talking about is Zhong Jia Yuxiu?"

Ruan Shaohuai nodded: "Besides her, who else is Miss Zhong in Kyoto?"

Xie Xihe was suddenly stunned.

She may not know about other people, but she has heard about Miss Zhong quite often.

I mainly heard it from her dad.

The Zhong family is one of the four major families in Tiandu, ranking higher than the Sheng family where Sheng Shijing belongs.

But the reason why it gets such a high ranking is not because the Zhong family is stronger than the Sheng family, but because of its reputation.

That's right, it's reputation.

The Zhong family has been doing good deeds for generations, taking the lead in every national crisis, and being ahead of all forces and people in every donation. The family tradition is upright and has a long history, making it a true Zhongmingdingdingshi family.

But maybe this kind of family is too perfect. God couldn't see such perfection, so it gave them many hardships.

For example, the heirs are few, the Zhong family generally does not live long, and the kinship is shallow.

And so on.

In short, every time I mention it, I can't help but sigh.

The fate of their family is very similar to that of the only daughter of the current head of the family - Zhong Yuxiu.

Zhong Yuxiu is only eighteen years old. She is proficient in all kinds of music, chess, calligraphy and painting. She is well-informed and elegant. She is known as the first lady in Kyoto.

She is truly worthy of her reputation as Zhong Lingyuxiu.

However, life is full of misfortunes.

Not only did Fang lose his mother when he was born, but he has also been frail and sick since he was a child.

Due to congenital deficiencies and congenital heart disease, a group of doctors concluded more than ten years ago that he would not survive to the age of 18.

Although he managed to survive his eighteenth birthday relying on the deep foundation of the Zhong family, it has only been a month since his birthday and he has already become critically ill several times.

Mr. Xie is one of Zhong Yuxiu's attending doctors and is always invited three or four times a year. Therefore, Xie Xihe heard Mr. Xie mention Miss Zhong many times.

I always lament that God is jealous of talented people.

Then talk to her again that she does not need to be outstanding, as long as she is safe and healthy, that is enough.

Pulling away from his memories, when Xie Xihe looked at the head of the Zhong family again, he understood where his complicated appearance came from.

At this moment, the attending physician from Jingmingtang had arrived. He was taking out the pills and wanted to feed the Zhong family master to take it, but the Zhong family master turned his head to avoid it.

There was a look of despair on his face. He waved his hands and said feebly: "There is no need to take the medicine. I would like to ask a few people to help me get to the car."

Pain flashed in his eyes, and he said in a hoarse voice: "I want to go home."

His Axiu was leaving, and his incompetence as a father could not save her, so he would go home and accompany her through the last journey, and then...

As soon as some thoughts passed through my mind, a voice sounded from the other side of the sofa, saying casually: "Do you want to go home and wait to die?"

The head of the Zhong family was startled, and turned his head slightly to look at the source of the sound. When he saw that the person speaking was a little girl about the same age as his daughter, the gloomy look in his eyes became even stronger.

His Axiu, who should have been such a healthy and beautiful girl, had suffered so much for nothing because she was born into a family like theirs.

It's him who feels sorry for his daughter...

Xie Xihe did not expect that the other party would react like this. His slightly frowning eyebrows tightened again. After thinking about it, he said again: "Go home and wait with your daughter to die?"

As soon as these words came out, not to mention the head of the Zhong family, even the employees of Jingmingtang and Ruan Shaohuai looked at her with disbelief in their eyes.

this……

Although, what I said is correct, Miss Ren Zhong is indeed about to die, but is it too much to say this in front of her grieving father?

Isn't this just rubbing salt into other people's wounds?

Sure enough, the moment Xie Xihe finished speaking, the head of the Zhong family began to breathe quickly. He didn't know where he got the strength. He sat up as soon as he propped himself up on the back of the sofa and retorted loudly: "You're talking nonsense. My Axiu doesn't know what's going on."

She will die! She will not die!"

"She is only eighteen years old, how could she die!"

Xie Xihe looked indifferent and corrected: "Eighteen years and one month, you have lived one month longer than the doctors said, which is enough. What else are you dissatisfied with?"

Even though the head of the Zhong family had a very good temper, he was so angry that his whole body was shaking when he heard these words. His face turned red and his mouth was wide open and he gasped for a long time, but he couldn't even say a complete sentence.

Seeing that look, Ruan Shaohuai and others were frightened, fearing that he would be angry to death in the next second.

Ruan Shaohuai couldn't stand it any longer. He tugged on Xie Xihe's sleeve and lowered his voice and said, "Stop talking."
Chapter completed!