Wang Zihao pulled He Mengjie to stand up, and then reached out and wrapped his arms around her shoulders steadily.

His strength is very great, He Mengjie is almost semi-paralyzed, and his entire weight is supported by him.

He took one hand around her shoulder and the other on her arm. He used a little strength on his hand, and a trace of pain came out from under his palm, making He Mengjie frown in pain.

After this pain, my thoughts finally condensed a little, and my heart produced some strength, and my body stood up straight.

Wang Zihao lowered his head and asked softly in her ear, "I'll take you in first and say goodbye to the uncle, right?" ”

"Ahh No! Grandpa didn't die, grandpa definitely didn't die! He Mengjie suddenly jumped up and pushed Wang Zihao's hand away.

Her legs, which were still weak, didn't know when they would have strength again, so she rushed into the emergency room. She heard Wang Zihao calling out to her behind her, but she didn't care about it and rushed straight in.

In the emergency room, on the white bed, lay a calm body.

He Dasheng's face looked so peaceful and serene, as if there had never been any accidents.

He Mengjie pounced, reached out to hold He Dasheng's already cold hand, and called out in a loud voice: "Grandpa!" Grandfather! Open your eyes, Xiaojie is here, grandpa! ”

But everything was so quiet. The old big hand in He Mengjie's hand became more and more cold, without a trace of anger.

He Mengjie burst into tears, cried bitterly, leaned over and shook the hospital bed, and shouted with all her might: "Grandpa, how can you just throw Xiaojie away!" You are Xiaojie's only relative, the only relative! You're gone, how will Xiaojie live in the future? How to live! ”

He Mengjie's voice was hoarse and trembling, and her heart-rending cry silenced the nurses and doctors in the entire emergency room.

He Mengjie shook the hospital bed for a while, and Wang Zihao came in, gently touched her shoulders, and pulled her up from He Dasheng's body.

"Xiaojie, the uncle is dead, you have to accept this fact!" He whispered, firm and gentle.

He Mengjie shook her head, shook her head violently, and stubbornly retorted: "No! Grandpa won't die, won't die! ”

"Xiaojie!" Wang Zihao's voice became louder and shouted heavily.

He Mengjie was stunned for a moment, raised her hazy teary eyes, and looked at him blankly.

"Don't you want to make Uncle go without worry?" Wang Zihao shouted loudly, "Aren't you very brave, aren't you not afraid of heaven and earth, don't you have the courage to live better by yourself?" ”

His vigorous drink was like an initiation, which made He Mengjie finally come back to his senses.

Her tears were like pearls with broken threads, and she couldn't stop it, and she turned her head to look at He Dasheng with great nostalgia.

"Grandpa, grandpa...... Xiaojie will live well, grandpa, don't worry......" He Mengjie knelt down in front of He Dasheng's bed, stretched out her hand and caressed He Dasheng's wrinkled and kind face, and her voice suddenly became extremely sad.

"Grandpa, you sleep well, I will bury you and grandma together, so that you will never be disturbed by others again." He Mengjie muttered, almost whispering, such a tone is even more heartbreaking when it hears people's hearts.

In the entire emergency room, it was quiet, no one spoke, only He Mengjie's muttering and muttering......

I don't know how long it took, suddenly a long and powerful arm stretched out from behind and grabbed He Mengjie's waist.