Tong Yao didn't want to say more, and was about to walk in while wiping his tears. However, when he took less than three steps, he suddenly grabbed his wrist and pulled him back: "Who is that? How many men do you know?
Could it be that he is still my uncle?"
What he said as a joke made Tong Yao's heart tremble suddenly and he stopped walking.
The fact that she likes her brother-in-law is probably just a joke in everyone's eyes...
Mood, inexplicably depressed
"Qin Qiaotian, let go." She pushed his hand away and gave him a cold look, "Grandpa is sick. I really am not in the mood to quarrel with you..."
She didn't have the confidence to continue arguing.
Intensive care unit at the end of the corridor
The ward is divided into two compartments, with a large transparent glass in the middle. Through the glass, you can see the sterile ward inside, various monitoring instruments, pipes all over the body, and... people lying on the bed dying.
The doctor in charge stood nearby, also looking at the patients inside through the glass, and explained solemnly: "Many organs have begun to fail. We are really trying our best."
"Dad always carries emergency medicine with him." Qin Chenghui's face darkened and he turned to Ruan Qin beside him, "Why is it like this?"
In the video meeting a few days ago, he was still full of energy and chatting in a loud voice, but now... it has come to an end.
"How do I know!" Ruan Qin was also anxious, "When Mrs. Chen went in to deliver sweet soup at night, it was already like this."
She stamped her foot bitterly, but what she was thinking about was only things related to interests: If the old man died now, the company would definitely be divided up by those shareholders!
The huge Qin family, a family-owned company, was about to become a joint-stock company, and she was anxious! From now on, the Qin family would no longer be the dominant player in the company!
"If he had called someone earlier, it wouldn't have turned out like this." As she spoke, she took out a small white medicine bottle from her small bag. "Sister-in-law Chen picked it up from under the sofa. He poured it in the study."
Yes, I never enter his study!"
With just one word, he completely brushed aside all his responsibilities
Qin Chenghui clenched his fists and said nothing, but Qin Muyuan next to him was slightly moved - in the study? He fell in the study?!
Yesterday they were talking in the study room. Later, he was disappointed with him and left in anger. It turned out that he fell down later, and fell behind him...
Qin Muyuan suddenly felt a little uncomfortable in his heart.
"Do you need to go in and have a look?" the doctor reminded from the side.
"Dad kept calling your name when the ambulance came all the way." Qin Chenghui looked away awkwardly, but his attitude was calmer than ever.
He sighed softly and reminded lightly
Qin Muyuan nodded indifferently and followed the doctor in...
ICU
The originally narrow room became even more difficult to move because of the various large instruments placed there.
"Mu Yuan..." Seeing him coming, Qin Yaomin's old face showed a comfortable smile, and he struggled to take off the oxygen storage mask on his mouth, "You're here."
He thought that this stubborn son would never come to see him again
The simple word "en" still conveys an unacceptable alienation
Qin Yaomin was content, closed his eyes and gasped: "If I say that shot was really a misfire... do you believe it?"
He really cherishes this son, but he doesn't want to make things worse every time.
"Does it matter whether you believe it or not?" He hummed, with a touch of sarcasm at the corner of his mouth, looking down at the old man on the bed with a half-smile, "Anyway, I didn't hit anyone."
"Hahaha..." Qin Yaomin smiled bitterly, and his mood suddenly sank to the bottom - it turned out that he still didn't believe him!
"Back then..." After a long pause, his breathing became heavier and heavier, and his face gradually turned blue, but he still insisted on talking to him.
Qin Muyuan frowned and glanced at the ECG monitor next to him. Seeing the sudden drop in blood oxygen saturation, he finally couldn't bear it any longer. He raised his feet and put the mask on his nose again: "You'd better take oxygen properly.
"
It's best not to die so soon!
And...not in front of him
"Wait!" He insisted on grabbing his arm, holding back his violent breathing, and struggled to say a complete sentence, "If you don't say anything, it will be too late... Mu Yuan, I'm sorry for you."
With his impulse back then, he not only failed the woman back then, but also harmed him
The word "I'm sorry" made Qin Muyuan freeze in his movements. Looking at the man with weak breath on the bed, a layer of intolerance finally appeared on his indifferent face, but he still said quietly: "No need to be sorry."
"There's really no need..." He seemed to be muttering to himself, muttering several times before turning to the man on the hospital bed, "Do you know why I came back?"
The man on the hospital bed was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized the next second. The sarcasm in Qin Muyuan's eyes was touched. His pupils dilated and then dilated, and his face turned completely pale.
He suddenly gasped violently, his body heaving continuously, the blood oxygen on the ECG monitor dropped to 60, but his breathing had risen to 45...
The doctor standing outside looked at the posture and rushed in to prepare for rescue...
【Ah! The big turning point is coming soon! Please support me~】