In the corridor outside the emergency room of Hengdian Third Hospital, when Yang Qi strode to arrive, the door of the emergency room was still closed, and the sign of "First Aid" on the door was lit.

Yang Yue sat on the bench next to him, his head bowed, his hands tightly holding his head, and his mood was obviously not good.

The sound of Yang Qi's striding footsteps attracted their attention, and when they saw Yang Qi, Yang Yue's lips moved, but he didn't say a word.

Wang Shuying trotted in front of Yang Qi, grabbed Yang Qi's arm, and said urgently: "Xiaoqi, your grandfather has been in for a long time, and he hasn't come out yet, so there won't be any big problems, right?"

Wang Shuying was panicked, in fact, it was only ten minutes since Yang Boyuan was pushed into the emergency room at this time, but maybe these ten minutes seemed particularly long in the process of her anxious waiting, so she felt that a long time had passed!

Moreover, Yang Qi just came, and he didn't know as much as her, how could Yang Qi be able to answer her question?

However, seeing that she was so nervous, Yang Qi still comforted: "Auntie, don't worry too much! Grandpa will be fine, don't worry!"

Wang Shuying nodded again and again, and said repeatedly: "Yes, yes, your grandfather will be fine! It's me who thinks too much, I think too much!"

Yang Qi patted the back of her hand and comforted her, looked left and right, and asked, "Where are my mother and uncle?"

Wang Shuying: "Your mother is packing up grandpa's things at home, your father said that your grandfather may be hospitalized this time, let your mother pack up a little grandpa's clothes at home or something, it should be coming soon, your uncle received a call and said to come over immediately, it should be coming soon!"

Yang Qi comforted his aunt for a moment, his father Yang Yue got up and walked over, glanced at him, and walked to the window in front of the corridor, Yang Qi received his father's look, nodded, comforted his aunt a few words, and then walked to his father's side.

By the window, Yang Yue silently handed Yang Qi a cigarette, Yang Qi took it, Yang Yue himself smoked one and put it in his mouth, and the father and son stood at the window and smoked silently.

Yang Yue was silent, Yang Qi felt his father's heavy heart, and subconsciously did not speak.

After a while, Yang Yue took another puff of cigarette and spit it out, and suddenly said, "Xiaoqi!

The words fell on Yang Qi's ears, and his hand holding the cigarette trembled slightly, and his head lowered slightly, becoming more and more silent.

He hasn't lived with his grandfather recently, but his father gets along with his grandfather day and night, and since his father said so, Yang Qi knows in his heart that there must be a reason.

Sure enough, without him asking, Yang Yue's later words confirmed his speculation.

"Recently, your grandfather's meal has been much smaller, and when I get up at night to go to the toilet, I often hear the sound of him tossing and turning in bed, presumably his recent sleep quality is also very poor, and his recent face is getting worse and worse day by day, is that gray color, do you know? I have seen this kind of face several times before, once it was your grandfather, my grandfather was that kind of face when he was dying, and the other time I saw the old man of other people's family a few days before he died, his face was also like this!"

Speaking of this, Yang Yue fell silent again, his brows furrowed tightly, and he lowered his head and inhaled a big gulp.

Yang Qi was still silent, on the way to the hospital, he had a bad premonition, and his father's words just now were just to further verify his premonition.

He knew that he couldn't go back, whether it was his hunch or the details that his father had just said.

Gray face...... A few days before his grandfather passed away, he had also seen it on his grandfather's face, and that look meant that the vitality in his body was about to be extinguished.

When the oil runs out and the lamp oil is about to burn out, the lamp will become weaker and weaker, and in the end, not only the bright light will be very small, but the temperature of the flame will be lower and lower.

And grandpa's recent situation should be like this.

Yang Qi was helpless.

If it was an injury, or some other illness, he might still be able to help his grandfather heal, but in the case of running out of oil and drying up, the immortals couldn't do anything, not to mention that his current cultivation had not yet recovered to the last height of his previous life, even if he recovered to the realm of the Great Perfection of Qi Cultivation, he was still helpless.

This feeling of watching his grandfather come to the end of his life was very bad for Yang Qi, making him feel very incompetent.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

When he was halfway through a cigarette, Yang Qi asked sullenly.

"We were going to call you back, but your father wouldn't let you! He said you were busy with work, said he was fine, let's not disturb your work!"

Yang Yue's answer was also sullen, but it made Yang Qi's heart even more sad.

Busy at work......

If it is put on ordinary people, this is indeed a good reason, but Yang Qi knows his own business, work and career have never been the most important thing in his mind, he wants to shoot "Seven Killings" well, and he also wants to be perfect when editing, but if he had known that his grandfather's recent situation was so bad, he would definitely put down all the work at hand and come back to accompany his grandfather to complete the last journey of his life.

Yang Qi couldn't say the words of accusation.

In this life, his father and grandfather will not understand his situation, and they will not understand that work is dispensable for him.

They think that work is very important to him, just like when he was young, his mother always thought that he would be cold, and always tried to put on one or two more clothes for him.

What can he accuse?

What's more, the matter has come to this, time cannot be turned back, even if it is blamed, what can be saved?

Time passed little by little while waiting, the door of the emergency room was still closed, occasionally a nurse hurriedly came out with a tray, every time Wang Shuying rushed up to ask how the situation was inside, every time the nurse said that it was still being rescued, and without saying a word, she hurriedly went, and hurriedly came back with a few medicines or something.

In this process, Yang Yue, Yang Qi, father and son stood by the window, smoking cigarettes one after another, and most of the time the father and son were silent.

During this period, Yang Hai hurried here, and then Luo Shangmei and Yang Yingqiong also hurried over.

The whole family arrived, all gathered in this long corridor, but there were very few people talking, several men were silent, Luo Shangmei and Wang Shuying whispered comfort to each other, and the slim Yang Yingqiong frowned and walked around the door of the emergency room, glancing at her mother and aunt from time to time, and from time to time at the three men standing at the window silently smoking.

The oppressive atmosphere made everyone's hearts feel like a big stone.

Finally, I don't know how long the time passed, the three words "in first aid" on the door of the emergency room suddenly dimmed, Yang Yingqiong was the first to notice, and let out a low voice, attracting the attention of the family, and then everyone quickly gathered at the door of the emergency room.