Lao Zhan's words began to become slurred. Dr. Coombe has said that his heart has malfunctioned, so much so that his pronunciation has been greatly affected. At the same time, his thinking also began to be confused, and the result was that the content of his speech was full of words, which made Qi Lang even more confused.

"You really need a good rest, old Zhan. Qi Lang tucked the corners of the quilt for him, trying to soothe him to sleep peacefully for a while.

Lao Zhan's eyelids were indeed getting heavier and heavier, but his spirit was still there, and he seemed to know very well that if he really fell asleep, he might not be able to wake up smoothly.

"He's back. He squeezed Qi Lang's palm, as if emphasizing something, "I mean my Jamie, he's just returned." ”

"Oh yes, I'm sure so. Qi Lang knew that it was just Lao Zhan's illusion. There was no one else here, and if a super-first-class fighter like Xiao Zhan really appeared, Qi Lang could be sure that he would definitely feel it.

"That nasty thing...... He only stayed for about five minutes. Lao Zhan, who was unable to do it, was still talking upside down, "We talked for a long time, and we talked for about a whole day...... Oh, by the way, I mentioned you to him - I did brag. I told him that you were the second miracle I had cultivated...... The first is my Jamie and you are the second. ”

Qi Lang smiled and also squeezed Lao Zhan's palm: "You can say that, because that's exactly the truth, without your help, I can't become an excellent warrior at all." ”

Old Zhan shook his head triumphantly, as if he had just drunk a glass of sweet rum.

"It's not that easy to climb a mountain, really. Jamie told me. But you should give it a try. Because it's a great feeling. Lao Zhan closed his eyes. It's like imagining that feeling.

He mentioned climbing the mountain, which surprised Qi Lang: "What, Lao Zhan, what did you say?"

Lao Zhan slowly opened his eyes again. He's really dying.

"I bragged to him. Old Zhan twisted the conversation back in a daze, "My Jamie and I discussed you, really, but I'm sorry, he can't pronounce your name correctly like I do." Keelung...... Oh, Ou Lang - that's really difficult, why do you Orientals have such ugly names for you......"

"Don't care, really, it doesn't matter. Qi Lang leaned down, only in this way could he hear what Lao Zhan was saying more clearly, "Tell me, what else did Xiao Zhan tell you?"

"What else can that bastard say," Lao Zhan's eyes became darker and darker. The voice is getting quieter and quieter, "He thinks the same as I do." They all think your hair color is ugly...... You should really look at my Jamie's pretty flaxen hair, it fascinates girls......"

"I agree with you, old Zhan. Qi Lang shook his head helplessly, stretched out his hand and stroked Lao Zhan's gray hair, which had few left; he was going to give up and continue to ask, because it was just Lao Zhan's hallucination, it is said that when people are dying, their minds will diverge, and their minds are full of reverie: "You are right, your hair is very beautiful; ”

Old Zhan smiled serenely. "Oh, by the way, Jamie wants me to tell you what it feels like. "Climbing to the top, he never expects anyone below to look up to him." He told me that he only realized later that he just wanted to breathe a different air and ...... Stretch out your arms and let the people above see him......"

Lao Zhan's breath is fading, and his life is fading away. That made Qi Lang regretful, because he couldn't help him, and he couldn't do anything except hold Lao Zhan's palm tightly.

There was a knock on the door outside, presumably from Qom and they had returned, and Yuri's shouting was still the same fuss: "There's a thief in this house!"

Lifting the curtain of the door, the tall and thin Kum was nervously rushing in, but he was not worried about the arrival of some thieves, because Qi Lang clearly saw that he was holding a stethoscope in his hand and rushed straight towards Lao Zhan.

"Oh!" he saw Qi Lang, stunned, his eyes lit up, and the excitement in it was extremely obvious. But the doctor's vocation still prompted him to suppress that excitement, and instead put the disposal of Lao Zhan in the first place: "How is he?"

Qi Lang shrugged his shoulders, turned sideways, and gave up his position: "I don't know, but it looks ...... It doesn't seem to be good. ”

Coom lowered his hand, reached out to probe Lao Zhan's carotid artery, and put the stethoscope on Lao Zhan's chest, carefully observing Lao Zhan's situation. Soon, he stopped his movements, straightened his waist, cleaned up Lao Zhan's clothes, and then put his palm on Lao Zhan's chest, closed his eyes slightly, and silently prayed for him.

Coom's hair was gray, and as Old Zhan had described last time, he had lost a lot of weight, almost a third of his weight when he first saw him a dozen years ago. And the wrinkles on his face have increased significantly, the corners of his eyes are a little drooping, the vertical lines between his eyebrows have sunken deeply, and the stubble on his chin has also turned white...... But his voice was still deep, reassuring, and intimate.

Yuri was standing by the door, a little cramped, as if his servants were looking at the king, and glanced at him secretly, and when the king's gaze came, he quickly avoided it. He also lost some weight, because in Qi Lang's memory, his face was originally rounded, but now, his chin has been sharpened, and it seems that the profession of a doctor assistant is really not so easy to do.

Be quiet. All that floated in the air was Dr. Coombe's murmur.

It must have been a long prayer, probably similar to the common "dust to dust, dust to dust" common in Middle-earth, except that when Dr. Coombe prayed, his attitude was probably the most devout of all the people Qi Lang had ever met. He must have been practicing medicine for more than 40 years, and he must have encountered a lot of scenes like the one now. Countless patients have been reborn from him, and of course there are many patients who cannot be treated by doctors, but here in the kind Qom, they will also be liberated. Didn't Lao Zhan say that Dr. Qom was a good man, and he couldn't find a good man like Qom in the entire Luman Empire. Under the blessing of this good man, every patient who is about to pass away will pass away in peace.

From the side, Qom's broad forehead seemed to glow. He is like a noble god who is blessing the people he cares about most. His voice is warm, grateful, and full of longing for life.

Qi Lang had been thinking quietly. He thought that he should be thankful that fate had arranged for him to meet Qom in this way, otherwise the trajectory of his journey would most likely be different......

"He's already said goodbye to us......" The prayer ended, and Qom also opened his eyes again, shaking his head at Qi Lang with some regret, "Old Zhan, he has happily gone to another world. Hopefully, there, he can control his weight. He was only in his seventies, and he could have lived longer. ”

Qi Lang hurriedly reached out to help Dr. Coombe put the sheet on Lao Zhan's face, smiled at Coom and said, "He will." ”

"So......" Coombe took a deep breath, and his spirit seemed to be rediscovered, but his expression seemed to be a little restrained, because his overly formal opening words were definitely not what Qi Lang wanted to hear: "Here you are, my king?"

Qi Lang smiled bitterly. He knew that Daokum didn't deliberately show such a sense of alienation, because his identity had indeed changed considerably - he was no longer the slave who got out of trouble all his life, nor was he the soldier who always wanted to cause trouble, but the damn fearsome King of Zonghao. In addition, he was probably absent from more than 400 daily family gatherings, and it was normal for the feeling of alienation to slip out at this moment.

But Qi Lang is absolutely unacceptable.

"You should not forget, Qom," Qi Lang looked at Qom, slowed down his voice, and said in his most sincere manner, "I am your son. ”

"Yes, my son......" The familiar smile finally returned to Qom's face, he slowly raised his arm, like a real father would do to his son, and put his arm around Qi Lang's shoulder, "Qi Lang, my son ......"

Tears welled up in the corners of Coom's eyes, which Qi Lang couldn't bear to see, so he hugged Coombe's shoulders tightly, and hugged him hard like a real son does to his father—so that Qi Lang would also prevent the tears in his eyes from being seen by Coom.

This is a hug that has not been seen for a long time, it is a hug that Qi Lang has been looking forward to for a long time, and he only regrets that he didn't say something to Qom earlier, telling him that he had already heard his hint at the beginning, and wanted to be his adoptive father, and he was very happy to accept it. Thanks to the fact that Qom has been healthy for the past few years, and he has not died in the bloody battles, it would have been a permanent regret - a permanent regret for both of them.

Luckily, it was still too late, and at this moment, that wish was finally granted.

The hug lasted for about ten seconds, but Qi Lang's time was running out, seeing that it was about to get dark, if he didn't leave, I was afraid that he wouldn't be able to rush to the thunderous life forbidden area according to the plan.

With a satisfied smile on his face, Qi Lang let go of his arm and slowly took a step back, looking Coom up and down.

Kum realized the meaning of farewell, and also looked Qi Lang up and down: "Are you leaving, we should have a lot to talk about, right?"

Qi Lang had already walked to the door, put his arm around the tearful Yuli, and said to Qom, "We must say goodbye for a while, dear father, for I must go to the mountain." Lifting the curtain, Qi Lang turned his head again: "When I come back, dear father, I will tell you all my stories from beginning to end, and it will probably take many years to finish ......" (to be continued......