Zhao Jianguo, who got the exact news, howled and cried in the hospital, and then pedaled the bicycle borrowed by Zhao Jianjun to rush home, hoping to inform his family as soon as possible, so that he could take a last look before the old man took his last breath.

Zhao Qiuyue and Qian Dacheng were frightened by the news, and Zhao Qiuyue burst into tears.

Qian Dacheng comforted his wife a few times, and then went to urge the children to get up.

Wang Jiao was also taken aback, she didn't expect that Old Man Zhao would be so seriously injured, and the kung fu man who had only been one night was about to be gone.

Although she has not been with Mr. Zhao for a long time, his love for her and the warmth in her eyes have made Wang Jiao regard him as her dearest.

She didn't expect that after two lifetimes in her past and present lives, she finally met one of the few people who was good to her from the bottom of her heart, and the time they spent together was so short that they were going to lose, and her mood couldn't help but be low.

The family hurriedly packed up and followed Zhao Jianbing, the snow on the ground had not yet melted, and on the third day of the Lunar New Year, they could only walk to the town to meet the Zhao family.

Because of the closure of the road, the car from the town to the county seat has been stopped, so they had to go to the county seat on foot, and when they arrived at the county seat, Zhao Jianjun's comrades-in-arms had arranged for the car in the unit to wait there, and a group of people got into the car, and when they arrived at Zhoucheng Hospital, it was already noon.

A group of people entered the hospital in a big way, because it was the Chinese New Year, the hospital was relatively quiet, and there were only doctors on duty.

Wang Jiao was caught in the crowd, glanced at some familiar hospitals, didn't have too many expressions on her face, and rushed to the ward.

The door of the ward was closed, Zhao Jianguo stretched out his hand to push it open, and on the hospital bed, Old Man Zhao was lying on the hospital bed with a disgraced face, and the yellowed infusion tube above his head was dripping with medicine.

Zhao Jianjun sat on a chair in front of the hospital bed, propping his head on, looking haggard.

Sensing that someone had come in, he glanced up, got up from his chair, and gave up his seat in front of the bed to Mrs. Zhao.

As soon as Mrs. Zhao pounced on her, looking at the lifeless Mr. Zhao on the hospital bed, tears flowed down directly, but she didn't dare to make a sound, for fear of disturbing the sleeping person.

In fact, she really wanted to wake him up loudly, and if it would be good to wake him up, then she would wake him up anyway.

But she didn't dare to shout, she was afraid that she wouldn't wake up Master Zhao, but because her voice disturbed him, he would fall asleep directly.

The whole room was crying, and the voice was terrifyingly low, the feeling that was so oppressive that it was silent.

Fortunately, there was only one patient in the ward, Old Man Zhao, and there were only these people from the Zhao family in the entire ward.

Everyone cried for a while, and Zhao Jianjun told everyone about the old man's situation carefully.

Wang Jiao listened carefully on the side, and was afraid that she wouldn't understand, so she pulled the little ghost out of the space.

When Zhao Jianjun's words were finished, everyone knew that Old Man Zhao was no longer saved, and the tears that everyone had just collected flowed out again.

The little ghost floated above Old Man Zhao, opened its rag-like eyes, and looked at him from top to bottom, from inside to outside, several times, before he shook his head twice and floated in front of Wang Jiao.

When Wang Jiao saw him shaking his head, her heart tightened, could it be that there was no way to even be a little ghost?

Doesn't it say that the spiritual spring water can almost live the flesh and bones of the dead?

Why can't you save Old Man Zhao now?

The little ghost quickly sensed Wang Jiao's thoughts, and knew that she had misunderstood what she meant, so he hurriedly waved his hand at her, "Master, master, there is still someone to save, and your grandfather is still saved." ”

As he spoke, he took out a health pill from the space and quietly handed it to Wang Jiao's hand, before he grinned and said with a flattering smile: "Reducing fever can stabilize the condition, if you want him to get better faster, use warm water with Lingquan water to let him swallow the medicine." ”

As soon as Wang Jiao heard that Master Zhao was still saved, she was immediately overjoyed, and hurriedly squeezed to the bedside table next to the bed, got half a cup of hot water, tried the temperature, felt that she could directly enter the mouth, and dropped a drop of spiritual spring water in the water.

She wanted to squeeze in front of Old Man Zhao and feed him medicine.

But there were one or twenty people crowded in front of the hospital bed, all of them crying and crying, not to mention letting her squeeze in, but really squeezing in, who could believe her and agree to let her blindly feed the old man medicine?

Besides, she can't save people in front of so many people, right?

In case anyone comes to her for something in the future, how can she have so much spiritual spring water for them?

The spiritual spring water is so precious, she uses one more drop outside, and the little ghost will be unhappy.

Besides, if someone questioned where her medicine came from, how would she explain it?

Wang Jiao pursed her lips and thought about it for a while, but she still felt that she couldn't let her secret be exposed in front of too many people.

Very few people know that she can also push the reason why she grew up in a medical family, has been exposed to it since she was a child, and has outstanding talent.

Although this is a bit of a gold on your face, it is not a good excuse.

But there are many people who know, how can she explain where the medicinal materials she can come up with are coming from?

Thinking like this, Wang Jiao immediately had an idea in her heart, she squeezed into the crowd and quietly pulled Zhao Jianjun, who was squeezed aside.

He felt someone pulling him, and when he turned around, he just saw Wang Jiao winking at him.

Although I don't know what Wang Jiao is going to do with him now, but the situation in the ward at this time, it seems that it is useless for him to stay.

He followed Wang Jiao's pull out of the ward, stretched out his hand to support his forehead, and asked in a hoarse voice: "Big girl, do you have anything to do with me?" ”

Wang Jiao glanced left and right at the corridor outside the ward, it was empty, and then approached him and whispered, "Uncle, I brought medicine, which is a strong antipyretic medicine." ”

Anyway, Zhao Jianjun didn't know medicine, she said that the health pill was a powerful antipyretic drug, and he didn't know it, and the health pill she took out was not a simple health pill, it was a life-saving medicine with a high proportion of spiritual spring water.

Zhao Jianjun paused when he heard this, his hand rubbing his forehead was a little suspicious of his ears, and he looked at Wang Jiao with a frown.

The reason why Mr. Zhao is critically ill is also caused by postoperative complications, and the most direct cause of these is the high fever.

If his high fever subsides, it is almost inevitable that Old Man Zhao will turn the corner.

However, such a big hospital in Zhoucheng failed to make the old man's fever subside.

Now that Wang Jiao said that she had powerful antipyretics, Zhao Jianjun instinctively felt that it was not credible, how could she take it seriously if she was just a child?

However, the person on the hospital bed is his father, and his father may not wake up at any time.

As a son, he always thinks that there can be a little bit of luck in his heart.

So Wang Jiao gave him hope at this time, even if it was so slim that he didn't believe it, he couldn't help but want to ask.

"Big girl, what did you just say? The little uncle didn't hear clearly. ”