Zuo Xiaoqing and Zhu Xiaojun quickly ran to the door of the small building, and just as they wanted to enter the door, a figure rushed out of the door and crashed into Zuo Xiaoqing, knocking Zuo Xiaoqing to a stumbling ground.

Zhu Xiaojun was quick to move, supported Zuo Xiaoqing, who was knocked out, and grabbed the thermos bucket that Zuo Xiaoqing was about to get rid of.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" the person who came apologized, but he didn't stop at his feet, and ran out around Zuo Xiaoqing's body.

"Nurse Xiao Zhang, what's going on inside?" At this time, Zuo Xiaoqing saw clearly the person who hit her, and couldn't help but raise her voice to ask.

"Mrs. Zhu is critically ill, and I will go to the dean. Xiao Zhang didn't look back, and as soon as he finished speaking, the person had already run away.

President Hao of Renhe Hospital has first-class medical skills, and the diseases that require President Hao's intervention are generally acute or serious diseases.

It was Wang Wenjun who was critically ill, not Zhu Xiangyang. After Zuo Xiaoqing's mind digested the words of nurse Xiao Zhang, a trace of happiness welled up in his heart.

Zuo Xiaoqing knew that she shouldn't think like this, but she just couldn't help it.

Zuo Xiaoqing is dispensable for the Zhu family, but Zhu Xiangyang is different. These days, Zhu Xiangyang has been staying in the sanatorium, and Zhu Manwen's two younger brothers have already complained a few times in front of Zhu Manwen. The subordinates are disobedient, the attitude of the boss is not as good as before, and the work is not as good as before······

Even Zuo Xiaoqing, an outsider, understands that no one in the Zhu family can live without Zhu Xiangyang.

"Mom, are we still going in?" Zhu Xiaojun saw Zuo Xiaoqing stop and couldn't help asking.

"Let's go in!" Zuo Xiaoqing sighed and walked in front of Zhu Xiaojun. It's all here, Zuo Xiaoqing can't leave with Zhu Xiaojun at this juncture.

After Zuo Xiaoqing and Zhu Xiaojun entered the door, they saw Zhu Xiangyang sitting on the sofa with empty eyes, not knowing what they were thinking.

"Dad. ”

"Grandpa. ”

Zuo Xiaoqing and Zhu Xiaojun greeted each other.

Zhu Xiangyang came back to his senses, nodded at Zuo Xiaoqing and Zhu Xiaojun, and did not speak.

Obviously, Zhu Xiangyang today is in a terrible mood.

Zuo Xiaoqing shook his head at Zhu Xiaojun, signaled Zhu Xiaojun not to speak, and the two mothers and sons quietly found a place to sit down.

Five minutes later, Dean Hao carried a first-aid kit in his hand and ran into the small building with Nurse Xiao Zhang.

Dean Hao looked around, didn't bother to say hello to Zhu Xiangyang, and rushed into the rescue room.

The wait seems unusually long. When Zuo Xiaoqing felt that his neck was about to stiffen, he saw Wang Wenjun being pushed out of the rescue room.

Zhu Xiangyang stood up, walked a few steps faster, and came to Wang Wenjun's side.

Zuo Xiaoqing and Zhu Xiaojun glanced at each other and walked over.

Seeing Wang Wenjun's face, Zhu Xiaojun almost exclaimed.

I haven't seen him for a few days, and Wang Wenjun, who is a little mellow in Zhu Xiaojun's impression, seems to be a different person. Wang Wenjun's face didn't look like any flesh, and the skin on his face was loosely attached to the skeleton, looking terrifyingly ugly.

"Minister Zhu, I have done my best, and by tomorrow morning, if Mrs. Zhu can't wake up, then I can't help it. Dean Hao followed Wang Wenjun's stretcher out of the emergency room. Seeing that Zhu Xiangyang's eyes had been staring at Wang Wenjun, Dean Hao took off his mask and explained a few words to Zhu Xiangyang.

Dean Hao's expression was very tired, and the rescue of half an hour just now consumed all of Dean Hao's energy.

Zhu Xiangyang nodded and did not speak.

Dean Hao didn't care either, the patient's family members are like this, and it is strange to hear that a loved one may pass away, and he can be in a good mood.

Dean Hao came and went quickly, and before Wang Wenjun could settle down, Dean Hao left with a few doctors.

Zhu Xiangyang walked to Wang Wenjun's hospital bed and sat down.

Wang Wenjun was lying quietly on the bed, with an oxygen tube inserted in his nostrils, looking like a dead leaf floating on the branches, which would fall to the ground at any time with just a little wind and rain.

In Zhu Xiangyang's mind, Wang Wenjun looked like forty years ago, Wang Wenjun at that time, delicate and beautiful, was the best memory that Zhu Xiangyang had in those poor and desperate days.

"Ajun, Ajun......" Zhu Xiangyang sat in front of the bed, holding Wang Wenjun's thin hand in his hand, and muttered.

Wang Wenjun's hand was very cold, a kind of coldness, and when Zhu Xiangyang held it in his hand, he couldn't help but shiver.

After his hand got used to the temperature of Wang Wenjun's hand, Zhu Xiangyang slowly took Wang Wenjun's hand and put it on his cheek. This is his wife, the wife of forty years. Over the years, Zhu Xiangyang has tried his best to make Wang Wenjun's life more comfortable, but there are some things that Zhu Xiangyang can do whatever he wants. In the past 40 years, Wang Wenjun has also suffered a lot. Now, Wang Wenjun's life is about to come to an end, how can Zhu Xiangyang not be sad?

"A-kun, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, A-kun. Zhu Xiangyang's eyes blinked, and tears rolled down.

Although Zhu Xiangyang didn't want to believe what Wang Wenjun said before, the cruelty of reality seemed to give Zhu Xiangyang a heavy slap. There are some things, not that Zhu Xiangyang can do it if he wants to.

At this moment, Zhu Xiangyang's heart was full of remorse. If time could be turned back, Zhu Xiangyang would rather not go to Zhou An.

When Zhu Xiangyang asked Lao Gao for help, Lao Gao refused. Lao Gao said that he was not capable of dealing with Wang Wenjun's idol, but pointed out a clear way for Zhu Xiangyang: find Zhou An, the captain of the special operations team, to find a way.

Zhu Xiangyang was anxious, and found Zhou An yesterday.

The matter of the idol involves Wang Wenjun, Zhu Xiangyang did not tell Zhou An the truth about the contract between Wang Wenjun and the statue in order to hide it for Wang Wenjun, Zhu Xiangyang said that there is a statue in his study, which looks a little evil, Zhu Xiangyang dislikes it very much, and hopes that Zhou An can help dispose of it.

Zhou An is General Zhou's person, and General Zhou and Zhu Xiangyang have always had a good relationship. For the sake of General Zhou's face, as soon as Zhu Xiangyang said it, Zhou An immediately agreed.

Zhou An told Zhu Xiangyang that if it was to exorcise evil spirits, it would be better to wait until daytime.

Half an hour ago, Zhu Xiangyang called Zhou's house to urge. On the phone, Zhou An said that he would do it immediately.

From Zhou's house to Zhu's house, it takes up to one minute to walk. Five minutes later, Wang Wenjun vomited blood and collapsed.

Zhu Xiangyang was a little anxious in his heart, he was worried about both Wang Wenjun and Zhou An. I don't know if Zhou An destroyed the statue? In case Zhou An, like Wang Wenjun, also had an accident, he Zhu Xiangyang didn't have the face to go to General Zhou.

"Dad, is there anything that I need Xiaojun and me to do?" Zuo Xiaoqing saw that Zhu Xiangyang had been stunned, afraid that Zhu Xiangyang would be too sad, so he hurriedly went up and asked.

"Eldest daughter-in-law, you take Xiaojun back first!" After Zhu Xiangyang said this, he didn't care whether Zuo Xiaoqing did it or not, Gu Zi turned his head and continued to stare at Wang Wenjun on the bed.