In the hospital, He Zeli was in the operating room for emergency rescue. He Xiyao leaned against the wall outside the operating room with a dull look on his face and was waiting. He was afraid that He Zeli would not be able to survive this time, after all, this stimulation was too great.

"Second Young Master, it's all my fault. I should notify you as soon as the Master wakes up!"

The butler's face was filled with tears of self-blame, "But the master doesn't allow him. He said that you are already very busy for He, so don't bother you all the time!"

"Butler, stop crying! My dad will be fine!"

He Xiyao comforted the housekeeper, but he knew in his heart that He Zeli might not have been able to get through this time.

The tree wants to be quiet but the wind does not stop, and the son wants to support his parents but his parents are not waiting!

When he finally untied his heart with He Zeli, he was about to enjoy the joy of his children and grandchildren, he might have passed away.

The housekeeper raised his hand to wipe his tears, sighed, and said, "Second Young Master, the operation has been done for three hours. The nurse has come out and issued two critical illness notifications. I'm afraid..."

He Xiyao pursed his lips tightly and did not take over the butler's words because he had a very bad premonition in his heart.

The door of the operating room finally opened, and the attending doctor walked out, He Xiyao stood up straight and asked anxiously, "Doctor, how is my dad's condition?"

"Mr. He, Mr. He is in a bad situation. You can go in and meet him for the last time!"

After hearing the doctor's words, the housekeeper's tears immediately flowed out, "Master...Master...Second Master..."

He Xiyao gritted his teeth, clenched his fists, and followed the doctor into the operating room. The butler followed him and tears never stopped.

"Mr. He, if you have anything to say, just hurry up and don't let him leave with regret!"

The doctor sighed, turned and left, leaving the space for the father and son to say their final farewell.

He Xiyao stood beside the operating table. He saw He Zeli's pale face, with only breathlessness, but not breathing. He gritted his teeth, held He Zeli's hand, and called in his ear, "Dad..."

"Xiyao...you are here..."

He Zeli heard the voice and struggled to open his eyes and looked at He Xiyao, and said with difficulty, "Xiyao... Dad is not good... Don't be sad... I owe Guoming a life... I will just pay for my old life..."

"Dad, don't say that, you will be fine!"

He Xiyao held He Zeli's hand tightly, with tears in his eyes, and encouraged, "You must be strong, you will definitely survive! Don't lose the will to live because of your elder brother!"

"Xiyao, I know my body..."

He Zeli smiled weakly with a pale face, and then said, "My heart is beating slowly and slowly... I know this is the last time I have talked to you, you let me finish..."

He struggled and took a few breaths, and then said, "I'm sorry for your mother... I'm sorry for you... Ai Yujie is a good woman... You have to cherish her... Guoming is always the eldest son of the He family... You can hold a funeral for him and bury him... You buried Guoming and I. I couldn't accompany him when I was alive, and I had time to accompany him even if I died..."

"Dad, don't worry, I will!"

He Xiyao sniffed, wiped away the tears, and said, "Dad, my mother has never hated you until she dies. When she gives me the opportunity to return to you, she must respect you well!"
Chapter completed!