The National Male God is a Girl: BOSS Fancy Pet

The atmosphere in the car was eerily silent.

Uncle Zhong stared anxiously at the scenery outside, it was pitch black everywhere, only the street lights were flickering, and his eyes were also flickering, it felt like walking in hell.

Xia Xi held back for a while, and finally couldn't hold back: "What's the matter with Grandpa?"

Uncle Zhong's eyes turned red, and he wanted to cry again.

He took a deep breath and said, "Miss, do you still remember when you were in high school, the master lived in a hospital once?"

Xia Xi pursed her lips. She remembered that it was when she first transmigrated into this body.

Grandfather seemed to be in the hospital for a long time at that time.

She and Zhan Yu also went to see her grandfather together.

"At that time, the doctor said, at most three months, let the master go home to recuperate, but Miss, you can live up to it. Once the master is happy, he will live for several years."

Uncle Zhong's voice choked up again.

"But it's only a few years. If it grows longer, Lord Yan will not agree."

Uncle Zhong couldn't help lowering his head and rubbing his eyes.

"The master still can't let go of you, young lady, so you, go see him for the last time."

Xia Xi's heart sank to the bottom in an instant.

She can practice to make herself healthy, but no one can do anything about life, old age, sickness and death!

It really makes people feel, not reconciled! !

While frowning, the car parked steadily in the parking lot of the hospital, and the hospital building of Nuo Da was brightly lit.

Even at night, it is unprecedentedly lively here.

Xia Xi walked into the building and waited for the elevator.

There were people all around, and there was a lot of noise, but she couldn't hear anything.

Following the flow of people into the elevator, watching the numbers change one by one blankly, Zhan Yu glanced at her, frowned slightly, and then held her hand tightly.

He didn't know how to comfort her, to comfort her: Baby, the teacher will be fine?

But it's impossible, Uncle Zhong has said, how can he be fine if he is dead.

Zhan Yu's complexion was also a little unhappy.

Su Qingge is his teacher, although there is only one sentence to mention, but for him, it is the most important sentence.

He really hoped the teacher would be okay.

After reaching the ninth floor, several people hurried out of the elevator and turned into the inpatient department.

There are people everywhere, and the corridors are also crowded with beds. Patients are lying on the beds, unconscious, or eating while on drips, and there are family members lying around in disorder. The atmosphere here is very bad. Everyone The faces were full of sadness, and one could even see someone secretly wiping tears in the corner.

Xia Xi's heart went cold in an instant.

She seldom cried, and the number of times she cried was even more rare, but this time, her eyes were already sore before seeing her grandfather.

She quickly took a deep breath and hurried into the ward.

In the VIP room, there is only one bed in one room, with kitchen and bathroom.

The inside was cleaned very clean, and all kinds of equipment were available, but it still couldn't bring back Su Qingge's health.

The old man was lying weakly on the hospital bed, his eyes closed, his face pale, his mouth and nose covered by an oxygen mask, and the beat of the electrocardiogram was very weak.

Su Qing's eyes were already red from crying, and Meng Jingtian was by her side. When she saw Xia Xi coming, she stepped out of the way. Su Qing also raised her head. When she saw her daughter, she couldn't bear it any longer and cried out.

This suppressed cry was particularly abrupt in the ward, as if she was afraid of disturbing the old man, Su Qing covered her mouth and rushed out of the ward.

It's better to go out and cry.

Meng Jingtian sighed, and said, "Xiao Xi, we have tried our best, and we have tried all possible solutions. His cancer cells have spread to his liver and lungs, and even the doctors in the US are helpless."