When the existence of life can only be proved by mechanical sounds, and blood can only be propelled by medicinal liquids, many things become irrelevant. Rushing to chase a lifetime of fame, honor, gains and losses, in the face of the passage of life, are worthless.

"Baby, promise me when they let you decide......

The cloudy eyes suddenly burst into essence, and Grandma Yang clenched Yang Qian's hand, and the loose green tendons on the back of her hand were hideously raised, like mountains spreading in the withered wilderness.

"Didi-Di-"

The mechanical sound began to speed up, and the sound was panicking.

Yang Qian's calmness couldn't go on, so she got up in a hurry, and the little stool was picked up and knocked to the ground by her movements.

"Don't talk about it, old lady, I'll call the doctor."

"Baby!"

"Don't go!"

"Listen to me!"

Grandma Yang's voice was a little louder, and her trembling lips turned purple. She held Yang Qian's hand tightly, stared at her eyes, and shouted with all her might:

"Baby! Whatever they ask you to give up, don't say yes!"

Yang Qian was slightly stunned, not understanding what Grandma Yang meant.

Is there anything else she can give up besides this life?

This thought flashed in Yang Qian's mind, she glanced at the rising numbers, nodded and said, "I know, I know, old lady, be good, I'll call the doctor."

In fact, there was no need for her to call the doctor, as early as when the value of the instrument began to change, Shen Fanyin ran out to call the doctor, and this is u, the medical staff have been monitoring the values, and rushed over the moment they found that something was wrong.

When the doctor arrived, Grandma Yang was still holding Yang Qian's hand, no matter how she responded to the guarantee, the old man was still chattering uneasily.

There are only four words she repeats: don't give up.

Even if he couldn't make a sound in the end, his lips still opened and closed, stubbornly repeating these four words.

"The family members go out first!"

"Quick, adrenaline......"

The doctor was busy rescuing, and Yang Qian was dragged out of the ward by Shen Fanyin.

She turned her head to look at her grandmother on the hospital bed, feeling that her eyes were still on her.

It seems that there are too many words to be said yet.

Through the glass, she watched as the doctors injected drugs into her grandmother's body, as they inserted the thick tube of the ventilator down her throat, and as they pressed a defibrillator to her heart.

She saw that the old lady's body was bounced up by the electric shock, and then fell, fluttering and delicate, like a dead leaf falling with the wind.

Yang Qian suddenly wanted to stop them from rescuing.

Don't torture the old lady anymore, she has had too hard a life in this life, let her go quietly.

But she knew they couldn't give up.

"Save! You'll have to save me no matter what! Even if the whole body is exchanged for blood and organs, even if she only has one breath left, you will have to hang me!"

Yang Weiru yelled at the doctor.

The doctor's brow furrowed, and he could only say, "We'll do our best."

They are doctors, and naturally they will not give up on any patient, but how easy is that?

Grandma Yang is 80 years old, and she began to linger on the sickbed five years ago, and her multiple organs have come to the end of her life. If he hadn't been spending money like this to continue his life, the old man would have passed away a long time ago.

The doctor was busy, and he didn't care about the real reason why these people were trying so hard to ask for rescue.

At the end of the hallway, there was a jumble of footsteps, and a man walked briskly.

He was very fat, with fat stuffed in his suit, beads of sweat on his fat face, and his fast and worried steps looked like a filial son.

"Big sister! Did Mom tell me where to put the will?" Yang Meng came quickly and went straight to Yang Wei to ask. jj.br>

Yang Wei frowned and clenched his back molars: "No!"

Yang Meng wiped away the beads of sweat irritably, then turned his head to look at the ward, and saw that the doctor was still busy, he folded his hands and prayed: "It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's been rescued so many times, and this time it will definitely be fine!"

Listening to his chatter, Yang Qian closed his eyes.

After a few moments, she opened her eyes again, and there was no warmth left in her eyes, only indifference.

She turned her head to look at Shen Fanyin and whispered, "Shen Fanyin, I'm tired."

Shen Fanyin raised his hand to hold her shoulder: "I'll take you home."

Yang Qian really didn't want to see them torturing the old lady, nodding tiredly, she leaned on Shen Fanyin's shoulder.

Shen Fanyin hugged her, wanting Jing Zeheng to help, but remembered the sentence "men and women don't kiss".

Forget it, it's impossible to count on him at such a time.

"Mom......

Before Shen Fanyin could say what she wanted, the pretentious voice of the woman who was slapped by her broke into her ears: "Husband! It's all to blame on Yang Qian! I don't know what she told her mother, but she is critically ill!"

"What?" Yang Meng was stunned, and only after a turn did he see Yang Qian, the fat on his face trembled even more, "Who allowed this Mourning Star to enter? Do you want to kill my mother?"

As he spoke, he rushed to Yang Qian's body like a tiger descending the mountain, and waved his fat palm to her face.

Shen Fanyin couldn't fight back when she helped Yang Qian, so she could only turn sideways and protect Yang Qian in her arms, intending to carry this slap for her.

The expected pain did not come, and Yang Meng's wrist was pinched in his hand by Jing Zeheng.

"You...... Mr. Jing?" Yang Meng's face turned the color of pig liver, but he forced himself to pull out a smile that was more ugly than crying, "Mr. Jing, what are you?"

He didn't regard himself as an elder at all, and his eyes were full of flattery when he looked at Jing Zeheng.

Jing Zeheng pinched his wrist, lowered his eyes and said to Shen Fanyin, "You take her to follow the second aunt home first."

"Okay."

Before Shen Fanyin responded, Yan Ya and Shen Xin stepped forward to protect them in their arms.

It's an awkward occasion. The Jing family has a good relationship with Grandma Yang, even if the juniors make trouble here, they can't interfere in any case, otherwise things will develop in a more complicated direction.

Seeing them walk out, Jing Zeheng let go of Yang Meng's hand.

He ignored Yang Meng, and his gaze fell on Yang Wei again: "Remember my words. If something comes at me, if you dare to touch a hair of her, you will bear the consequences."

Yang Wei tugged at the corners of her mouth, and only said, "Ah Heng, you are joking, she is a junior, how can I be embarrassed by her?"

"Preferably."

Jing Zeheng turned around and said to Jinghui Jingyao, "Dad, second uncle, I'll send them back."

"Okay, slow down on the road, I see that Yinyin is in a bad mood, you coax some, let's go back soon."

"Hmm."

Jing Zeheng left quickly, and soon caught up with the four people who left first.

"Brother." Shen Fanyin took a step behind and looked sideways at him, "I've caused trouble for you again."

"Is this a troublemaker?" Jing Zeheng chuckled, "I've wanted to beat that woman for a long time, thank you for doing it for me."

Shen Fanyin: "......"

She had reason to suspect that before today, her brother didn't even know who the woman was.

In the elevator room, Yan Ya held the ice pack given by the nurse to Yang Qian, she frowned lightly, her eyes were full of distress and helplessness.

Yang Qian leaned on Shen Xin's arms and whispered, "Aunt Shen, I'm so tired."

"Good boy, it's okay, let's go home, Aunt Shen will make dumplings for you." Shen Xin patted her on the back, and sighed helplessly.

Yan Ya was silent for a moment, and sighed lightly: "Actually, if you didn't hold a birthday banquet yesterday, maybe the old lady would ......."

The old man was at the end of the crossbow, and it was normal for the body to be unable to stand the birthday banquet at this time.

Yang lowered his eyes, and his eyes were full of loneliness.

She said, "Actually, it would be nice if Grandma could die."

Yan Ya and Shen Xin sighed at the same time.

This sounds harsh, but in fact, for Mrs. Yang, this is the real relief.

On the side, Shen Fanyin took out her mobile phone and happened to see the WeChat message that Yang Chuchu sent her a minute ago.

She tugged at the corner of Jing Zeheng's clothes: "Brother, you go back first, I'll ......

Her words were interrupted by a roar that was unusually clear even after a few dozen meters.

"What do you mean by doing your best? What do you mean by being sorry? You save me! Go on! Who told you to stop! I spent so much money to make you say sorry to me? Even if she's hooked, you'll have to get someone back for me!"

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