As soon as I entered the old lady's bedroom, I could smell a somewhat unpleasant smell that belonged to the old man, like mildew, which made my chest stuffy.

The old lady was lying on the bed, not moving, her whole body was slightly edema, her face was pale, her eyes were half-closed, if it weren't for the eyelids moving from time to time, it really looked like a lifeless person.

Seeing this scene, Jiang Yingqiong's eyes turned red all of a sudden, she walked over quickly, half-knelt in front of the bed, and called softly: "Grandpa?"

Chen Baoshen also took a step forward, but first asked about Chen Yiping's diagnosis.

Chen Yiping had already told him on the phone before, but after two days of driving, it is very likely that his condition has changed.

Chen Yiping knew that time was urgent, and he spoke faster about his diagnosis.

At this time, Old Lady Jiang heard Jiang Yingqiong's voice and opened her eyes hard, "Five girls?"

When Jiang Yingqiong was young, Mrs. Jiang called her five girls, and sometimes called her Xiaowu, but now that she is middle-aged, Mrs. Jiang rarely calls her like this.

So now that she suddenly heard him call herself like that again, Jiang Yingqiong's tears rolled down.

"It's me, Grandpa, I'm back to see you. ”

"Good, good. "Old lady Jiang is very weak, and her voice is extremely low, very low. When Chen Yiping talked to him before, he couldn't even make a sound, probably because his dearest granddaughter came back, which gave him some energy again.

As soon as Jiang Yingqiong saw such a situation, her heart couldn't help but cool.

It's too much like the old man's death.

Looking at him like this, Jiang Yingqiong remembered that when his father died of illness, it seemed that he was also like this? As if he had been drained of all his energy, he went quickly.

Can't you save him?

"I'll see. Chen Baoshen stepped forward.

Jiang Yingqiong hurriedly got out of the way.

But her heart has fallen to the bottom, and she always feels that she has no way to recover at all.

Chen Baoshen carefully consulted Mrs. Jiang, and like Jiang Yingqiong, her heart also fell to the bottom.

It was too late, and the inside was too badly injured.

He stood up and took a few steps back.

Jiang Yingqiong raised her eyes to look at him, Chen Baoshen shook his head slowly, the last glimmer of hope in Jiang Yingqiong's heart was also lost, and tears suddenly flowed non-stop.

It's true......

Is there a way to get back to heaven?

The old lady has been waiting for Xiaoliu for nearly 20 years, do you still want to leave with this sadness and regret?

Her eyes were dark, and her figure couldn't help but shake.

Chen Baoshen gritted his teeth and said to her: "Madam, I told you before I came that I was going to find medicine from a little girl, and the little girl's medicine is excellent, otherwise, let the old lady try it?"

Try it, it is the meaning of a dead horse as a live horse doctor.

It's hard to hear, but everyone understands it.

Jiang Yingqiong held the table with one hand and asked weakly: "Do you mean that little fiancée from the past?" I heard you say before that Meng Chaojun's illness could have improved a lot by taking her medicine, but he tossed it himself?"

"Yes, that's her. Chen Baoshen nodded, "Madam, you have to take care too." ”

"Okay, then let's try. Jiang Yingqiong responded with a wry smile, "There's no other way now, isn't it?"

Chen Baoshen said: "Maybe, Xiao Jiang's medicine can have miracles." ”

"Doctor Chen, when did Chinese medicine also believe this?" Jiang Yingqiong was no longer hopeful in her heart, not unwilling to do nothing, just watching the old lady die.