The car accelerated in less than five minutes and drove into the Beijing Hospital with Boom. As soon as he entered the hospital, the Gu in the small bag surrounded by Xiao Yu's golden needle suddenly jumped violently, as if he was about to break through Old Zhong's skin and fly out.

At the entrance of the hospital outpatient building, there were a bunch of white coats standing there anxiously waiting for something.

Mr. Zhong saw a large group of doctors, turned his head toward Zhong Jianguo and Zhong Tao and said, "Who made the phone call?"

Although the torture of illness made Mr. Zhong look pale and he looked very haggard, he had been in a high position for many years. Although it was just an ordinary question, he also had an irresistible majesty.

"Master...Master..., it's...I..." After hearing Mr. Zhong's questioning, Zhong Tao was shocked, with a look of timidity on his face, and he stammered.

"Let them all go!" Old Zhong said in a deep voice as he stared at Zhong Tao with his eyes.

"But...Master..." Zhong Tao unconsciously shrank his neck and wanted to say something.

"Okay, Mr. Zhong, with these doctors help you find it, you can hurry up!" Xiao Yu has a strong personality and is full of character. He never fears the powerful. He spoke in a faint voice.

Hearing Xiao Yu's words, Old Master Zhuo just nodded with a smile. The Zhuo family and the Zhong family were stunned, and then showed an incredible expression. Zhuo Simiao even wiped his forehead with his sleeves behind the crowd. He thought to himself, only Xiao Yu dared to talk to Mr. Zhong like this!

Old Zhong nodded and said, "Then let me listen to Dr. Xiao!" After saying that, he said to Zhong Tao, "Then let them help find a 74-year-old critically ill man named Yang Ni Yang Guihua in the hospital!"

"Hey!" Zhong Tao agreed and walked towards the group of doctors. Before leaving, he smiled and nodded to Xiao Yu.

About 20 minutes later, Zhong Tao was sweating heavily and panting and ran over: "I found it, found it, intensive ward of brain surgery!"

Xiao Yu looked at Zhong Tao who was running, and felt a little contempt in his heart, "Is it really good to behave like it, just call me?"

In the intensive care unit of the brain surgery department, there were three people sitting on the long chair outside the ward, a man in his fifties, a woman in his fifties, and a young man in his twenty-year-old. It seemed that a family of three was sitting there talking. A group of people came to the intensive care unit of the brain surgery department. The voices of the three seemed extremely loud in this empty space and came from afar.

"Ah Hua, Tianming, I want to sell the house we bought with a loan first. My mother's medical expenses are gone again. All the valuable things in our family have been sold. Now this house is worth a little money!" The man in his fifties burst into tears when he said this.

"But, the child's father, we're for Tianming to get married!" The woman also shed tears.

"Mom, please sell my dad first! I'm still young and a few years later to get married!" The 20-year-old man held his mother's hand and said in a deep voice.

"But can Xiao Miao and his family agree? Xiao Miao's parents looked down on our family and thought that our family was poor and had no status. If we sell the house again, then..." the woman said with her arms around her son while crying.

"Mom, it's okay, I think Xiao Miao will understand! Besides, you are afraid that your son will not be able to find a wife to be a bachelor for the rest of his life! Don't worry, those who pursue your outstanding son can be lined up from the Forbidden City to the bird's nest!" The young man resisted the urge to cry and comforted his mother with a smile.

In fact, the young man knew that if his family sold the house, his girlfriend would definitely blow it away with him. His girlfriend Xiao Miao's parents were both government civil servants and were said to be a section chief. His mother had no job, his father was a taxi driver, and he was just an ordinary bus driver.

Speaking of his understanding between him and Xiao Miao, it was a coincidence. Once Xiao Miao took a bus and met a thief on the bus, and he was stopped by himself. With the contact between him, the two gradually fell in love. However, Xiao Miao's parents disliked his poor family and disagreed. After Xiao Miao's continuous struggle, they finally threatened Xiao Miao's parents temporarily agreed, on the condition that no matter what his family wanted, they had to buy a house. If Xiao Miao took out a loan, Xiao Miao would not participate in repaying the money. If the house was sold, Xiao Miao's parents would definitely force Xiao Miao to break up with him. But if they didn't sell the house, they would be gone. Thinking of this, the young man's mouth was full of bitterness. Although it was full of bitterness, he did not regret selling the house to save his grandmother at all.

The woman cried for a while and continued, "Even if the house is sold, how many days can I last? This intensive ward costs more than 10,000 yuan a day!"

The man held his head with his hands and buried his head deeply, rubbed his hair hard, raised his head and looked firm in his eyes: "How many days can you last? It's really not easy for my mother to pull me so big, so I can't watch my mother die of illness!"

"Woo... Woo......" The woman threw herself into her son's arms and burst into tears.

Xiao Yu and his group of people silently lowered their heads when they heard the conversation between several people. Xiao Yu glanced at the people who lowered their heads, took a deep breath, looked into the distance, and said in a deep voice: "This is the reality. The lives of ordinary people are generally like this. You who cannot get sick will not be able to get rid of them. Therefore, most ordinary people generally don't go to see them if they have terminal illnesses, and they are all at home. This is something you, those in power, will never see!"

Xiao Yu's words rang in everyone's ears like a morning bell and evening drum. Zhong Jianguo showed a look of shame. Zhong Tao, a yamen who was drunk and dreaming and dying every day, also lowered his head and thought about everything he had done before. Old Zhong sighed with guilt, "I have been in politics all my life, and I have a clear conscience, but it seems that what I have done is far from enough!"

Xiao Yu and his group walked slowly in the corridor of the intensive care unit with a heavy feeling.

"Grandpa, it's here, 707!" Zhong Tao took the lead in walking to the ward where the family of three was, turned around and said to Old Zhong.

Zhong Jianguo and Zhong Tao helped Mr. Zhong walk to the door of 707. Standing at the door, Mr. Zhong couldn't help but tremble. His eyes were filled with tears and looked at the door of the ward that was so close to him that it had not been opened for a long time.

"Who are you looking for?" The family of three sitting next to him saw a group of people parked at the door of their mother's ward, and couldn't help but stand up and ask.

Mr. Zhong turned his head to look at the three who were asking questions. When he saw a middle-aged man in his 50s, the Zhong family looked stunned. Although this man was only in his 50s, under the pressure of life, his hair was a bit gray and his face showed an aging. Despite this, the Zhong family felt familiar when they saw the man.

Zhong Jianguo looked at the middle-aged man opposite him and then looked at his father again. This person was five points similar to his father. Could it be...
Chapter completed!