Chapter 1842

Ji Mianmian is wearing Murong Mian's coat. I don't know when it will fall to the ground.

She felt as if the doctor's voice had been pulled far away. She saw his mouth moving, but could not hear him.

"It's a miracle that the old man has been able to survive until now. In addition, yesterday, he forced us to give more medicine and insisted on announcing his will. In fact, his body has already been unable to bear the medicine. Now There's nothing we can do. Please forgive me

The doctor bowed to them and bowed.

Murong Zhihong's vital signs have completely disappeared. He has survived so many times, but he has not survived this time.

Ji Mianmian turns his head to see Murong Mian. His face is calm and calm, as if this is the result of predestination. There is no strange thing, and there is no need to be sad.

Murong Zhihong's life and death is really irrelevant to them.

However, after all, he was an old man who had been together for some time. On the contrary, he was a kind man, but some of them were too soft hearted and confused.

To him, Ji Mianmian has never felt disgusted. Such an old man, all of a sudden, just said that he would die. Ji Mian always felt bad in his heart.

Before, Ji Mianmian always felt that the old man seemed to be able to hold on. He survived several times, and this time he should be OK.

However, who ever thought, he is not always so lucky.

In fact, people are not all like this. Things are changeable. It's hard to know who can close his eyes today and whether he can open them tomorrow.

Ji Mianmian's heart is sour, and he wants to talk. Suddenly, a cry in his ear: "madam, madam..."

Ji Mianmian turns around and sees that Mrs. Murong has fallen.

Murong, who had been silent for a whole night, couldn't make it through after hearing the news. She fell down and fainted.

Ji Mianmian could not be surprised and quickly went to help Mrs. Murong. Her hands and feet were cold and her breath was weak. Ji Mianmian was startled and cried, "come on, doctor, come and have a look."

The doctor quickly asked the nurse to help Mrs. Murong to the ward and gave her an injection after examination.

The doctor said: "my wife is too much stimulation, too much sadness, which leads to syncope. The injection has the effect of calming and sleeping. I hope she can have a good rest."

Murong Mian said, "thank you, doctor."

He didn't sleep all night, his eyes were bloodshot, his voice was hoarse, and he looked haggard.

In fact, the doctor wondered why Randy, as a son, didn't seem particularly sad when his father died?

But seeing that he was so haggard, the doctor thought that he might have expected a trace of his father, and his mother would be too sad. If he was falling, wouldn't Murong's family be in a mess at this time?

When I think about it, the doctor thinks that the young man in front of me is still quite responsible and takes the overall situation into consideration. It's really good that he will press down the sadness of his father's death to support the overall situation.

If Murong Mian knew what the doctor was thinking, he would say: you think too much.

The doctor sighed and said, "don't be too sad, master Randy. After all, my husband's body is too weak. It's hard to say. It's also a relief for him to leave. Let's arrange things for him."

Murong Mian nodded: "I know, it will be arranged."

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