C258 Life and Death

No one would have thought that half a year ago, he would have just been cured of his cancer. He originally thought that he could live for a dozen more years, but who would have thought that in just half a year, he would encounter such a calamity, and only Wen Xiu was left behind;

It was actually Wen Xiu who called him too late. If Xu Xiaoming could come an hour or two earlier, he would not have died from the lack of oxygen, and even if Wen He managed to cure him, he would still be a vegetable. Wen He did not want that!

Xu Xiaoming thought like this, but he heard that Wen He had already woken up. With the support of Xu Xiaoming's true energy, he had finally regained his consciousness, and seeing Wen Xiu crying beside the operation table, and seeing Xu Xiaoming's ashen face, he knew that he would not make it. He immediately struggled to use his hands to caress Wen Xiu's head, and thousands of words seemed to surge out from his heart, but he was unable to say a single word.

"Dad!" Your daughter hasn't been filial to you yet... I... "Woo woo …" When Wen Xiu saw that Wen He had woken up, she immediately held his hand and rubbed it on her face.

"Soo Soo, cough, dad can't stay with you anymore. Don't be too sad. People have their lives at stake. In the future, you'll have to live a good life by yourself!"

Furthermore, Xu Xiaoming had used all of his true energy to seal off Wen He's vitality, otherwise, with his brain on the verge of death, Wen He would not be able to clear it up.

"Dad... I can't do without you... "Woo woo …" When Wen Xiu heard Wen He's words, she immediately kneeled down beside the operation table. She was already sobbing, and did not know what she should say to pull Wen He back, who was on the verge of death.

"Soo Soo, you, too. Don't blame Little Ming. I know that I won't be able to overcome this hurdle. Little Ming …" As Wen He said that, he turned his head towards Xu Xiaoming with difficulty, as if he had something to say.

"Uncle Wen, tell me, if there's anything, I'll promise you!" Seeing this scene, Xu Xiaoming's eyes had long been completely red. This was the first time he felt powerless, and was fundamentally unable to keep Wen He's life, but even now, when he continuously sent true energy s with his physical body to Wen He's internal organs, Wen He's vitality was still continuously flowing away. Right now, he was only recovering.

"Lil Ming, Uncle really has a request for you. Uncle, we're leaving now. Can you please take care of Soo Soo for me? Then, Uncle can rest assured." Wen He looked at Xu Xiaoming, and said very sincerely.

After Xu Xiaoming heard this, he immediately agreed, "Uncle, don't worry. Soo Soo and I have been classmates since we were young, I will definitely treat her as my little sister in the future!"

After Wen He heard this, he slowly nodded his head, and said with difficulty: "Then, I am relieved."

Then, as if he had used up all his strength, he tilted his head, and his eyes lost all color. Xu Xiaoming could only shake his head silently and retract his hand.

Following that, the hospital contacted Wen Xiu about the crematorium and funeral parlors. Wen Xiu, on the other hand, stayed with Wen He in the morgue, ready to accompany Wen He on their final journey.

However, Xu Xiaoming was currently sitting blankly outside the morgue, and beside him was Lin Meng and the others who had rushed over later.

So it was Ding Heng who was worried. Seeing that he had not come back for so long, he urged Lin Meng and the others to come over to take a look. Unexpectedly, upon hearing this grievous news, all of them quietened down as they blankly sat outside the door waiting for Wen Xiu.

"Master, even with your medical skills, you still aren't enough to cure Uncle Wen?" Seeing Xu Xiaoming being so anxious to get angry, Lin Meng could not help but say.

Upon hearing these words, Xu Xiaoming silently sighed, and shook his head with an extremely heavy expression, "There's no other way."

Xu Xiaoming's words seemed to already mean that Wen He was going to die, everyone became silent for a moment.

Not long later, Wenxiu walked out of the morgue. The crowd quickly surrounded her, but when they saw her pale face and teary face, they were at a loss for words.

In the end, it was Ding Chunhua who walked over and held Wen Xiu's shoulder. He said, "Soo Soo, don't be too sad. Life and death are decided by fate. We will help you in the next few days."

Wenxiu raised her head after hearing this. Her eyes were red from crying. She said slowly, "Sister Hua, I want to be alone. You guys go back and rest first. Come back tomorrow."

Ah Hua still wanted to say something, but Xu Xiaoming simply pulled on her sleeve and said: "Alright, tomorrow morning Lin Meng and I will come over to help you. You should also rest a little, since … "Sigh …"

Wen Xiu nodded slowly, and then slowly walked out of the hospital. Although Xu Xiaoming wanted to send her back, he didn't know how to comfort her.

Just like that, Xu Xiaoming and Lin Meng brought Ah Hua and Wang Jing back to the Lin Village, but because they had drank too much, they did not follow along. They planned to discuss this with Ding Heng first, and see what they could do.

"Wen He? Just Wenxiu's dad? " Hearing Xu Xiaoming's words, Ding Heng could not help but become a little confused, he did not expect that someone who was a few years younger than him would disappear just like that, it made him feel that it was too sudden.

"Hmm, Dad, Little Ming and I are going to wait for Wenxiu to finish her work and have her go to the clinic to help. This will give her a stable job. What do you think?" Ah Hua said as she helped Ding Heng up from the bed.

"This is a good thing!" I have also taught Wenxiu that child. Furthermore, she's a classmate of yours and Lil Ming, so we'll do whatever we can to help! " Indeed, upon hearing Ah Hua's words, Ding Heng agreed immediately, and continued to speak: She's just a girl, it's not convenient for her to do anything, Xiao Ming, Lin Meng, the two of you go and help her tomorrow, Ah Hua, the two of you go too, I'll contact the funeral procession!

Xu Xiaoming and the rest quickly agreed to it, and then Ding Heng gave up, and the group went back to their own rooms to rest. Fortunately the rooms in Xu Xiaoming's house were big enough, otherwise, there wouldn't be enough room for so many people.

The night passed without a word. Early the next morning, Xu Xiaoming sent someone to accompany Ding Heng to look for the funeral home, while he went straight to the funeral parlor.

When he entered the door, he saw Wen Xiu talking to a bald middle-aged man. It seemed like she was talking about the price.