In the emergency room of the best hospital in the South, doctors are doing their best to save her.
Outside the rescue room, Li Jinghan asked about the situation at that time.
"Jing Han, it's like this. After Uncle Jiu finished his meal, I told him to send him back, but as soon as he left the courtyard gate, he stumbled and fell forward. I looked and saw that nothing could trip Uncle Jiu.
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"Where's the uncle?" he asked again.
"My aunt is here today. After my father and mother finished eating, they went over there to take a look. I will be responsible for sending the ninth uncle back. You see, this is what happened. I will definitely complain when I go back.
." It was the eldest brother who was always speaking. He was over fifty years old, and he was worried and worried at this time.
Li Jinghan said: "Don't be afraid. Didn't the doctor tell me that uncle Jiu fell because of cerebral hemorrhage and was in coma? The main thing now is to inform the family first. Have you notified them all?"
"The second brother has given the notice." The eldest brother said, "You have to think carefully about who to tell first and who not to tell. My dad is on the way here."
Li Jinghan nodded, "Then let's wait here. I hope Uncle Ninth is okay."
Su Jinqi stayed by his side and stood with him. She quietly glanced at his frown, gently tickled his face with her fingers, and asked in a low voice: "Husband, are you okay?
"
Li Jinghan's hand dropped down and held hers, and said with a bit of sadness: "I'm worried that Uncle Nine will not survive."
"Yes, uncle Jiu is so old and has a cerebral hemorrhage, which is really worrying." Su Jinqi squeezed his hand, comforted him and said, "Husband, don't worry, just let nature take its course."
"Yes, let's leave it to fate." Li Jinghan sighed.
Soon, all the notified family members arrived, including Uncle Jiu's grandson, grandson, and two sons. After asking about the situation, everyone behaved calmly, no one cried, and waited outside the door calmly.
About twenty minutes later, the doctor came out of the emergency room, took off his mask, and said to the family members: "I'm sorry, the patient is too old. We have tried our best. If the patient has something to say to you, your relatives can do it."
Say goodbye."
Upon hearing the sad news, the relatives all cried quietly.
As the eldest uncle, he cried and said to everyone: "Then let me go in and take a look first."
Su Jinqi and Li Jinghan were also shocked. They thought that the worst thing would be to be paralyzed in bed and unable to speak clearly, but they did not expect that they would be separated for life and death.
"How could this happen? With such a fall, the person would be dead?" Su Jinqi felt sad.
Li Jinghan was stunned, "Yes, it's so unexpected..."
A few minutes later, the uncle came out, walked to Li Jinghan, covered his face and cried, and said to him: "The old man wants to see you, you and your wife should go in together."
Su Jinqi looked at Li Jinghan and followed him into the emergency room.
Uncle Jiu was lying on the hospital bed with his eyes closed and his face sallow.
Su Jinqi paused for a moment in fear, but then followed Li Jinghan and stood beside him.
"Uncle Jiu, I am Jing Han." He called her softly in his ear.
Uncle Jiu slowly opened his eyes. Perhaps it was because of the flashback, his eyes still looked bright.
The voice was vague and broken, "Here we come."
"Uncle Ninth, what else do you want to tell me? Don't worry, I will finish it." Li Jinghan felt very uncomfortable when he saw Uncle Ninth dying.
"Jing Han..." Uncle Jiu's voice was like a broken wind box, and he huffed and puffed, "Remember what Uncle Jiu said... Never in the future... let Li Jinglie... take over all the companies of the Li family... and never...
Let him enter...the ancestral hall!"
Uncle Jiu used his last strength to say everything he wanted to say, and then stared at him, waiting for his answer.
Uncle Jiu's words make it too difficult to make a choice. As his younger brother, Li Jinglie will naturally take over the family branch when he grows up - because Li Jinghan is training Jinglie in this direction.
Also, regarding the matter of not entering the ancestral hall, when Li Zhenting, He Zhi, and Li Jingxiao's family all died, Uncle Jiu was very angry. He felt that Li Zhenting was implicated to death by He Zhi, and was angry with Li Zhenting for nothing. He was so angry.
, even Li Zhenting was not allowed to enter the ancestral hall. Later, Uncle Jiu lost his temper and moved Li Zhenting back to the ancestral hall. The couple were still outside.
But Li Jinglie was raised by him since he was a child. He was a bloodline of his Li family and was raised by him as his own son. However, if he did not enter the ancestral hall, he would not recognize Jinglie's identity. He would not allow it.
Uncle Jiu looked at him and said nothing, then he gathered his strength and ordered: "Jing Han, promise me!"
Su Jinqi looked nervously at Li Jinghan who was in a dilemma, wondering what he would do.
"Uncle Ninth, please forgive me for not agreeing..." He said in a low voice, but one that Ninth Uncle could definitely hear, "You should just treat him as my son."
Uncle Jiu's lips moved angrily, but he could not speak. He clenched the sheets tightly with his hands, showing the veins in his hands. He used up his last bit of strength.
Su Jinqi looked at Uncle Jiu's wide eyes and turned away in fear.
Li Jinghan gently touched his eyes with her hands and murmured softly: "Please go away, I'm sorry for you."
"Honey, let's go out." Su Jinqi took his hand and said softly. She knew that he was in a bad mood at this time.
Coming out of it, the relatives immediately gathered around and asked, "Who did the old man let in?"
Li Jinghan wiped his eyes and said, "Uncle Ninth, let's go."
When everyone heard this, they crowded in and burst into tears.
Su Jinqi and Li Jinghan stood outside, listening to the crying inside, both of them felt very sad.
When I returned to my ancestral home, the red lanterns were replaced by white lanterns, and the festive New Year became completely white.
After the funeral, it was the New Year's Eve. On the morning of the first day of the Lunar New Year, Li Jinghan took his wife and children to pay New Year's greetings and then returned to China.
When Uncle Jiu was alive, the distribution in the will had been written clearly and clearly. But as soon as he passed away, because of this will, his children and grandchildren refused to accept it and refused to acknowledge it. They started arguing on the night of New Year's Eve.
On and on. Otherwise, Li Jinghan's family wouldn't be able to come back so early.
On the plane, Su Jinqi and Li Jinghan sat side by side, resting their heads on his shoulders, looking at the clouds outside the window, and asked quietly: "Husband, do you think that the spirit of Uncle Ninth in the sky will forgive you?"
Li Jinghan turned his head and looked at the clouds outside the window. Thousands of feet of red light penetrated the clouds, dyeing them red.
"They, the older generation, pay special attention to the affairs of the ancestral hall. If I did not agree to him, it would mean that Jing Lie would be allowed to enter the ancestral hall in the future. How could he forgive me? I understand his painstaking efforts, but I was waiting for him when he was dying.
It was my fault that I didn't help him before." Li Jinghan said with deep self-blame in his tone.