Qiao Wan's voice was very soft, and she couldn't hear a trace of anger.

But such an indifferent and detached tone, like a dagger dyed with poison, stabbed into Fu Xingzhi's heart, making him heartbreaking.

After Qiao Wan pushed his hand away, Fu Xingzhi didn't have the courage to reach up again, so he had to get closer to her, so as to keep an eye on her body at all times: "Drive, go to the hospital!" ”

On the way to the hospital, it was eerily quiet in the carriage.

As soon as the car stopped, Qiao Wan hurriedly pushed open the door and walked down, stepping on the air and almost falling.

At the moment of stumbling, Fu Xingzhi saw her anxiously protecting her stomach, and her face was full of panic.

He knew that she loved the baby too.

No, two babies!

"Jojo—"

Fu Xingzhi stepped forward quickly with his long legs, subconsciously wanting to hold her waist, but who knew that Qiao Wan's movements were faster than him, and the moment he reached out, he was already trotting in.

Fu Xingzhi's hand was stiff in mid-air, his face was pale, as if he had been abandoned.

But this loss only lasted for a few seconds, and he chased after it regardless of it.

When Qiao arrived at the location late, a bunch of doctors were standing at the door of the ward, the nurses were withdrawing the ventilators, and Song Hao's desolate voice came from the room: "Dad-"

Hearing the voice, Qiao Wan's whole body suddenly felt cold, and she rushed into the room regardless of the crowd.

On the hospital bed, Song Zhicheng closed his eyes tightly and lay on it lifelessly.

The needles and ventilator on his body had been removed, and only the electrocardiogram was flashing weakly.

The doctor said that my grandfather is now on a ventilator, and once the ventilator is removed, it means that the treatment will be abandoned.

Slowly, tears blurred his eyes, and he could barely see the face of the old man on the bed.

"Outer ......"

Qiao Wan moved his mouth, but he couldn't make a sound.

It was as if the world above her had collapsed, crushing her tightly under her, making it difficult to breathe.

"Grandpa......"

Song Qinghe's relationship with the old man has never been deep, and crying so sadly is just waiting for the headlines tomorrow.

Qiao Wan slowly approached the hospital bed, staring at Song Zhicheng's pale face, tears like beads with broken threads, pouring down.

Seeing Qiao Wan appear, Song Hao immediately wiped his tears and stood aside, and said softly: "Your grandfather can't last long, hurry up and talk to him." ”

"Grandpa......"

Qiao Wan wiped away her tears, sat down in front of Song Zhicheng's hospital bed, her cheek gently pressed against his hand, and said in a hoarse voice: "I'm here!" ”

Fu Xingzhi appeared after him, and when he saw him, the people in the room all retreated outside and closed the door by the way.

At this moment, there are only three people left in the ward.

Fu Xingzhi walked behind Qiao Wan and stared at her without saying a word.

I cried so hard just now, but when she really talked to Song Zhicheng, she was so calm that she didn't shed a single tear.

It seemed that when he heard Qiao Wan's voice, Lao Yezi's closed eyes suddenly moved with difficulty, but he didn't open them.

He is now an old man who is dying, and it is not easy to wait until Qiao comes late, and he can't say half a word.

"Grandpa, I know what you want to say." Qiao Wan's eyes were red, and she said softly: "I will definitely take good care of myself and get the dyeing back as soon as possible." Don't worry, I'm fine! ”

Qiao Wan knew that the old man could hear it.

"Grandpa, I know you've worked hard all these years. Actually, you'd love to see your mom too, wouldn't you? Qiao Wan said, took the towel on the side and gently wiped his hands, and said while wiping: "When you see your parents, you must remember to tell them, I miss them." ”