Wang Zihao pulled He Mengjie to stand up, then reached out and steadily wrapped her shoulders.
He was very strong, and He Mengjie was almost half-perverted, and his entire weight was supported by him.
He put his hand on her shoulder and grabbed her arm with the other. He used some strength to his hand, and a slight pain came from under his palm, making He Mengjie frown in pain.
After this pain, my thoughts finally condensed a little, and my heart also had some strength, so my body stood up straight.
Wang Zihao lowered his head and asked softly in her ear: "I'll take you in and say goodbye to the uncle first?"
"Ah! No! Grandpa is not dead, grandpa is definitely not dead!" He Mengjie suddenly jumped up in shock and pushed Wang Zihao's hand away.
Her legs, which were originally weak, had strength again at some point, ran and rushed into the emergency room. She heard Wang Zihao shouting at her behind her, but she didn't care and rushed in.
In the emergency room, on the white bed, there was a calm body.
He Dasheng's face seemed so quiet and peaceful, as if nothing unexpected happened.
He Mengjie rushed over, reached out and held He Dasheng's already chilling hand, and called out in a folded voice: "Grandpa! Grandpa! Open your eyes, Xiaojie is here, grandpa!"
However, everything was so quiet. The old big hand in He Mengjie's hand became colder and colder, without a trace of anger.
He Mengjie burst into tears, burst into tears, and she bent over and shook the hospital bed, shouting with all her might: "Grandpa, how could you just leave Xiaojie like this! You are Xiaojie's only relative, the only relative! You
After leaving, how can Xiaojie live in the future? How can he live!"
He Mengjie's voice was hoarse and trembling, and the heart-wrenching crying made the nurses and doctors in the emergency room silent.
He Mengjie shook the hospital bed for a while before Wang Zihao came in, gently stroked her shoulder, 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 will not die, he will not die!"
"Xiao Jie!" Wang Zihao's voice became louder and he shouted heavily.
He Mengjie was stunned, raised her hazy tearful eyes and stared at him blankly.
"Do you feel uneasy to let the old man go?" Wang Zihao shouted loudly, "Aren't you very brave? Are you not afraid of heaven and earth? Do you not have the courage to live better by yourself?"
His harsh shouts were like enlightenment, which finally made He Mengjie come back to his senses.
Her tears were like pearls with broken threads, and she couldn't stop them. She turned her head and looked at He Dasheng with great nostalgia.
"Grandpa, grandpa... Xiaojie will live well, grandpa, don't worry..." He Mengjie knelt in front of He Dasheng's bed, stretched out her hand to gently stroke He Dasheng's kind face full of wrinkles, and his voice suddenly became extremely powerful
The sorrow.
"Grandpa, sleep well. I will bury you and grandma together so that you will never be disturbed by others again." He Mengjie murmured, almost murmuring. This tone makes people feel even more heartbreaking when hearing people's hearts
.
In the entire emergency room, there was no one talking, only He Mengjie murmured and murmured...
I don’t know how long it took, but suddenly there was a long and powerful arm that stretched out from behind and grabbed He Mengjie’s waist.