The old man's body went limp. He was supposed to sit in a wheelchair, but all his strength was gone. He couldn't even reach the wheelchair and fell to the ground.
At this time, the nurse came over and said, "Mr. Qiao...Mr. Qiao..."
Yi Xiangxi turned around and left.
Behind him, he seemed to hear the old man murmuring to himself: "He looks exactly like his father... exactly the same... I remember back then... Oh, I miss back then..."
Aunt Jin asked strangely: "Mr. Qiao, what did you say?"
"Wheat... I want to meet Wheat..."
"Didn't Wheat say he was still on his honeymoon in the United States?..." Aunt Jin replied, feeling something was wrong. The old man's face showed a terrible look of deathly gray, withered, and faintly exhausted.
"Wheat...wheat..."
He became excited, and there was a strange look on his face, urgent, anxious, and full of expectation. He waved his arms like a general about to go on an expedition: "Wheat... Where is my wheat? Wheat..."
Aunt Jin felt an ominous premonition in her heart. She suddenly thought of the words "huiguanghuihui" and shuddered: "I'll call Mai immediately and ask her to come back... She said that you will definitely come before the operation, and you will be there the next day."
Will come to the hospital... Mr. Qiao, don't worry, I'll call right away..."
Aunt Jin picked up the phone and immediately looked for Qiao Xiaomai's phone number: "I asked her to come right away..."
The old man didn't hear what she was saying. His eyes became more and more frightened. He suddenly grabbed her and said, "Don't look for Xiaomai...don't look for her..."
He used too much force and almost knocked Aunt Jin's cell phone to the ground: "Don't look for it... don't call her..."
"Mr. Qiao..."
"I... I want to eat some fruits... I want peaches, you go and buy some and come back... don't call me wheat... don't disturb her..."
Aunt Jin felt something was wrong: "Mr. Qiao, you can't live without people around you now. I'll buy it later..."
"Go and buy it right away..."
His voice is fierce!
Aunt Jin had never seen such a ferocious tone in his voice, and she took a step back in fright.
"Go and buy it right away! Go quickly!"
"Okay, okay, I'll go right away..."
Aunt Jin did not dare to refute and left immediately.
Aunt Jin walked away without noticing the old man's hands slowly hanging down. The terminally ill person was too frightened and had already run out of gas. The air in her mouth was already coming out more than it came in, and her breath was dying: "Wheat...
...Wheat...I really want to see Wheat again..."
Xiaomai lost his mother when he was seven years old. It was he who raised his daughter as both a father and a mother. In order for his daughter not to be wronged, he never remarried. The hard work during this period was unspeakable. Fortunately, his daughter was well-behaved, lively, considerate, and never
It bothered him that he had always been a top student, graduated from a key university, and was about to marry into a good family. He thought that all the hardships had finally come to an end. But unexpectedly, when he was dying, he could not see his daughter.
His face began to turn purple, and he tried to stand up, but fell to the ground.
The nurse heard the sound and came and quickly put an oxygen mask on him.
His fragmented consciousness came back again, and in the haze, he seemed to see his daughter beside him, acting coquettishly and lively like she was when she was a child: "Daddy, daddy...".
"Wheat...wheat..."
He reached out his hand ecstatically, but what he pulled was illusion, and his daughter's shadow disappeared in an instant.