After all, Chu Jiangmo's hand slipped weakly from Moran Ash's head.

The screeching sound of the electrocardiograph resounded throughout the ward at this moment.

And the moment Mo Lanyan slid down Chu Jiangmo's hand, he stretched out his hand to grab Chu Jiangmo's right hand that had slipped down.

But Chu swiped the cold fingers of Mo's right hand mercilessly across her cheeks, hanging weakly in the air.

Moran Ember was stunned for a second, and then burst into tears the next second, and roared uncontrollably.

"Chu Jiangmo!"

"Chu Jiangmo!"

This time, no matter how she roared, Chu Jiangmo would never respond again.

It's true that I'll never respond again.

Her Chu Jiangmo will never come back.

Chu Jiangmo, who has always loved her and spoiled her, will never come back.

No one will cook every lunch by herself because she is worried that she will be hungry, and carefully sort it, and even send it to the company in person.

No one would smile and comfort her anymore and hand over the paper while she cried.

No one will be with her anymore and do what she wants.

There was no one left to protect her in times of crisis.

And she no longer has a person who can be trusted in its entirety.

He is her Chu Jiangmo, how can he leave her alone?

Did he complain about her, he was the first to leave him on weekdays, so this time he had to leave her first.

As long as he woke up, she swore that she would be there for him.

She didn't want him to die, really, she didn't want him to die.

Why did he die, why did he die!

Why is God so unjust to kill a man she thinks is the kindest in the world!

Moran Ember cried and shouted and begged Chu Jiangmo to wake up, but this time Chu Jiangmo would never be like last time, never move again, and never show any signs of life again.

January 28 of this year, her birthday, the day of his death.

Fang Yabo called the doctor, and after asking for the doctor's opinion, he hurried to the ward.

And when they arrived, all that was left in the ward was the screaming and lung-splitting cry of Lan Ash.

Fang Yabo stood at the door and watched this scene silently, then tilted his head and shook his head at the doctor.

The doctor nodded, didn't go in, turned around and reported the situation to the chief doctor and asked for instructions.

Fang Yabo didn't go in, he stood at the window of the corridor outside, and after fumbling around in his pocket for a long time, he finally took out a cigarette and a lighter.

Fang Yabo put the cigarette in his mouth and lit the tobacco on the other end with a lighter, his face gloomy.

Maybe he hadn't smoked for a long time, but Fang Yabo took the first puff of cigarette and coughed violently. There was an abnormal flush on his pale face.

"Eh, how can you smoke!" A nurse saw Fang Yabo smoking by the window, and hurriedly went up and directly snatched the cigarette from Fang Yabo's mouth, "Are you crazy?" Are you still a smoker? ”

"Do you want to die?"

The nurse knew this man, because of this man, those of them who worked as nurses basically didn't sleep all night.

The man almost died several times at night, and by the time the man's physical condition stabilized, it was already early in the morning.

Now it's really crazy to see this man who doesn't have a good rest and runs here to smoke!

"I want to die, can you let me die?"

Unexpectedly, Fang Yabo just looked up and asked her with a smile.

The nurse was stunned, staring blankly at Fang Ya's thin eyes, not knowing how to reply.

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