Liu Jing's eyes were quick, she grabbed Yang Yujie, looked down, and said to Han Jingyang: "Boss, she fainted." ”

Han Jingyang was not surprised at all, and looked at Yang Zhizhong: "Old Yang, it seems that you have to spend double money." ”

"What do you mean?"

"Literally."

Yang Zhizhong was stunned for a moment, and was furious: "Could it be ......?"

Han Jingyang nodded calmly: "That's right, it's what you think, how you fell into a coma, how she fell into a coma, of course, her symptoms are relatively mild." ”

Yang Zhizhong scolded: "Beasts, beasts, even nieces don't let go, bastards, bastards, bastards raised by dogs!" ”

Yang Zhizhong was so angry that he slammed the wheelchair again and again, and the luxurious wheelchair was pounded.

Chang Xiaoliang, who was outside the door, saw the movement and hurriedly ran in: "Boss? ”

Only then did Yang Zhizhong suppress his anger and waved his hand: "Continue to guard the door." ”

"Yes, boss, what about the young lady?"

"You don't have to."

"Okay, boss, I'm right in front of the store, wave if you need it."

Waiting for Chang Xiaoliang to go out, Yang Zhizhong sat in a wheelchair panting and pampered Han Jingyang again: "Mr. Han, please, save Yujie." ”

Han Jingyang sighed: "Old Yang, you make me very embarrassed. ”

"Mr. Han, I, I ......"

"Let me tell you this, your father and daughter's injuries are the same, almost identical, but I can only save one person, you should know my situation, in the words of young people, I am walking the prop flow, it is the magic weapon flow, all the abilities come from the magic weapon, I am nothing without the magic weapon, and now, there is only one magic weapon that can treat your kind of injury, just such a number of times, and it will be gone when it is used up."

Yang Zhizhong looked at Han Jingyang blankly as if he had been struck by lightning, and his eyes instantly lost their brilliance.

On one side is his own life.

On one side is the life of the daughter.

Only one can survive.

The choice is in the hands of the father.

It doesn't matter how Yang Zhizhong chooses, but the process of choosing must be extremely painful, especially Yang Zhizhong, an obvious daughter slave, has always protected his daughter so well, but in the end, he has to make a choice between his own life and his daughter's life.

The chosen ones live.

Those who are abandoned are waiting to die.

This choice is an extraordinarily painful ordeal for any person of conscience.

Yang Zhizhong slowed down for a long time, looked at Han Jingyang with grief-stricken eyes, and his lips trembled: "Mr. Han, there is no other way." ”

Han Jingyang shook his head directly: "No, there are not many magic weapons that can cure diseases and injuries, and magic weapons that can cure injuries of the soul are even rarer, until now, I have saved such a piece, and I originally planned to keep it for myself, just in case, but your sincerity is very sufficient, I am moved, and I will take out the spare magic weapon that I kept for you to use, but now, one injured person has become two, I can only let you make a decision, because there is really no second such prop, but whenever there is a second one, I just promised you, do you say that is not so reasonable?" ”

Yang Zhizhong closed his eyes in pain, tears slid down from the corners of his eyes, and then lowered his head, buried his head in his lap and hugged his head and cried.

No father wants to make that choice.

Either live alone and let your daughter die.

Either let the daughter live and die herself.

Many people may say that they choose the second option and leave the chance of birth to their daughter.

To put it simply, how many people can do this when they really face death?

On the contrary, many people are likely to frantically compete with their daughters for the only chance to live.

It is precisely because of this that people who truly love are especially cherished.

Han Jingyang was also curious at this time, and wanted to know what kind of choice Yang Zhizhong would make.

Is it living alone?

Or give the opportunity to your daughter?

There is no standard answer to this kind of question, and it is excusable no matter how you choose, because you have to face death.

Everyone is equal in the face of death.

Even if Yang Zhizhong really chooses to live alone, he will not really look down on Yang Zhizhong, he can only say that he has "fate made people".

Minutes and seconds passed.

Yang Zhizhong suddenly raised his head, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, took a deep breath, looked at Han Jingyang, and said calmly in a hoarse voice: "Mr. Han, please save Yujie, if you can, protect her for a few days, I am worried that she will be hurt before I die." ”

Speaking of which, slowly get out of the wheelchair, kneel, kowtow, and head to the ground.

Han Jingyang accepted it calmly, and then helped Yang Zhizhong up: "Okay, I promise you." ”

"Thank you, thank you," Yang Zhizhong suddenly felt like he was a teenager old, and the sharpness that was implied before was gone, he looked at his daughter in a coma with loving eyes, wiped his eyes after a while, and said astringently: "Mr. Han, do it, I, I only wake up for about half an hour at a time, if the speed is fast enough, I, I can still say goodbye to her." ”

Han Jingyang smiled: "Don't regret it? ”

"No regrets!"

"Not changing?"

"No, it will never change," Yang Zhizhong took a deep breath: "I, Yang Zhizhong, am not a good person, I have enjoyed everything I should have enjoyed in this life, and my social status has reached the limit of ordinary people, but Yujie is still young, she has just been admitted to Chinese opera, her good life has just begun, and the most important thing is ......"

"What is it?"

"She's my daughter," Yang Zhizhong's face couldn't help but show a sweet smile when he said this.

Han Jingyang nodded silently.

Yang Zhizhong is indeed not ordinary.

It is really admirable to be able to make such a trade-off in the moment of life and death.

This is definitely not a fluttering sentence, but giving up the chance to live and choosing to face death alone, just like those great fathers in film and television dramas, let their daughters go first when the monster comes, and then turn around to face the fierce monster with a thin body to try to buy their daughter even a few minutes to escape.

What is a hero?

What does it mean to be great?

What does it mean to have a father's love like a mountain?

Yang Zhizhong's crying explained all this.

Yang Zhizhong slowly walked to his daughter's side, trembled and stretched out his palm, gently placed it on his daughter's cheek, stroked it gently, lowered his head and kissed his daughter on the forehead.

Then, with a crying voice, he said, "Mr. Han, let's do it." ”

Han Jingyang's heart was slightly sour.

Liu Jing had already begun to shed tears.

Shi Xiaoya turned her head uncomfortably, unable to bear to witness such a picture.

The four Zou sisters hugged each other tighter, tears rippling silently.

This picture, plain but directly hitting people's hearts, is more shocking than the relevant scenes in any film and television drama.

Film and television dramas are performances after all.

And this is reality, a living reality.

Han Jingyang walked to Yang Yujie with a golden bell after Yang Zhizhong let go, ready to start treatment.

However, just as he was ready, there was a commotion at the door, and several people tried to rush towards Jiguang Zhai, but Chang Xiaoliang with a thick ponytail and all the bodyguards tried their best to stop him.

What's the situation?

Han Jingyang turned his head to look at Yang Zhizhong: "Is it your brother?" ”

Yang Zhizhong shook his head, his expression more complicated: "No, it's me...... Son. ”

Speaking of this, he suddenly gritted his teeth and said, "Mr. Han, please, kill him!" ”

Han Jingyang was stunned for a moment.