Hospital.

When Zhan Hanjue and Ningxi arrived outside the corridor, the attending doctor had just come out of the ward.

The atmosphere at the scene was very solemn.

Yu Ye usually takes care of Zhanlong City in the old house of Zhan family.

Yu Ye also knows his physical condition best.

"Mr. Jue, madam, the old man's condition is now so weak that he can't make up for it. Please prepare..." Ning Xi didn't expect that he was still energetic in the morning and went to the door of the Zhan Group to expose He Yao's conspiracy. In just a few hours, the old man would be admitted to the hospital. The doctor also issued a notice of critical illness.

Ning Xi found Yu Ye: "Is there no other way?

Didn’t you say that grandpa’s condition was under control before?”

Yu Ye shrugged his shoulders, his face full of helplessness: "The old man is very stubborn. He doesn't allow the surgery. He said that he wants to leave decently at the last time. He doesn't want chemotherapy to make his hair bald, so I can only follow him."

Zhan Hanjue picked up Yu Ye's collar and his eyes were gloomy: "Then why didn't you tell me earlier?"

“Aren’t you all busy during this period?

That fake product made the group bloody, and the old man doesn’t want you to be distracted."

Hearing Yu Ye's words, Zhan Hanjue pulled his collar and felt a lot of guilt in his eyes. When he came back from F Country, he knew that the old man was sick, but he really thought Yu Ye had controlled it.

He sat down the hospital bench, covering his face with his hands... The warm lights fell coldly, and Zhan Hanjue's expression was extremely complicated. If he could solve He Yao earlier, he wouldn't have caught mice like he is now, or he could have discovered his condition earlier... "Yu Ye, based on your judgment of grandpa's condition, how long can it last?"

Ning Xi asked, enduring the soreness in his heart.

Yu Ye calculated: "If you use some radical medicine, you can barely let the old man hold on for a few more months. Maybe it may be until the end of the year, but that will only make the old man more painful. I suggest... let it go."

Ning Xi turned his head and called the butler of the Mujia Manor, asking Zhang Liu to bring all the children over.

No matter whether the old man is sober or not, he will probably be happy if he looks at the children from afar?

...In the manor, Zhang Liu was stunned after answering Ning Xi's call.

I have never heard of Zhan Longcheng getting sick before... But now I am rushing to let the young masters go there, and Ning Xi even specifically instructed to take the young lady with me.

Without caring about too much, Zhang Liu asked the servant to call the young masters and then went to hug the young lady himself.

When I passed by the door of Mrs. Mu's bedroom on the second floor, I stopped for a moment.

In the end, he left without looking back.

The old lady probably hated the old lady very much back then, right?

At this time, don’t let the old lady stimulate the old lady.

...In the cold ward of the hospital, Zhan Hanjue took Ning Xi to visit Zhanlong City.

Liely lying in the stroller, she was standing far away in the corridor without entering the ward, her big black eyes flashing, and she looked at the hospital environment curiously.

Yu Ye teased the little guy for a while, which made the little guy pout.

I didn't know that in the ward, my great-grandfather was fighting against the disease... I had only met in the morning, but Zhan Hanjue and Ning Xi looked at Zhan Longcheng with white hair on the bed, as if they were a different world.

The old man was wearing an oxygen mask, old and thin, wearing loose sick clothes. It seemed as if under the sick clothes were skinny. As he breathed, a faint white mist condensed into a circle of white water mist, which was clear and extinguished, as if symbolizing that his life was about to come to an end... He heard someone coming in, and he opened his turbid eyes with great effort.

His lips moved, and he wanted to say something, but he was very weak. He could only make some sounds similar to humming, which was completely different from the Zhanlong City in the morning! "Grandpa..." Zhan Hanjue's nose felt sore, his eyes suddenly turned red, and he pulled Zhanlong City's hand.

Ning Xi couldn't help but shed tears, and the big ones slid down her cheeks... The baby and Xiao Yeye surrounded each other obediently. The little guys didn't understand what parting was, but they felt uncomfortable when they looked at Grandpa Zeng. They whispered, and got up and played with them.

"A Jue..." Zhan Longcheng's skinny hands moved on the edge of the bed, and suddenly became a little more awake: "Are you here?"

"Yeah, I'm here."

Zhan Hanjue held back his tears.

Zhanlong City must not want to see him crying, and a man shed blood and did not shed tears.

"The children are here too... It's great, it's great..." His eyes turned, and he looked at Ning Xi and several children weakly: "In the future, I'm leaving, I can't take care of you anymore. Look at Ajue and look at the Zhan family..." Ning Xi's tears suddenly burst out, and he grabbed Zhan Hanjue and held Zhan Longcheng's hand: "No, grandpa, you will definitely get better! In the future, babies and Xiao Yeye, you still hope that you will choose a wife for them..." Zhan Longcheng pulled the corner of his mouth weakly, as if he was laughing, but his face was really dry and thin, and it was awkward to smile.

A few rays of reluctance and tears appeared in my eyes that were gone… “I can’t bear to leave my little great-grandchildren, but I really feel so tired. Open my eyes and take a breath, I feel like I’m going to use all my life’s strength. Look, am I useless?”

Ning Xi covered her mouth: "No, grandpa, you are the best."

"Ningxi, I used to be sorry for you, but grandpa knew he was wrong, so don't hold a grudge against me."

"No, I don't hold a grudge against you. I know you're all for Ajue's good..." "That's good..." Zhan Longcheng was talking nonsense for a while, and then seemed to be particularly sober. He kept repeating: "When I die, you have to bring more children to my grave to see. I also want to see them grow up, marry, and have little great-grandchildren..." Ning Xi burst into tears in an instant, and his throat seemed to be blocked with a sponge: "I will, grandpa, hold on..." "Take good care of Ajue, take care of my little great-grandchildren..." The turbid voices spread out in the ward. Zhan Hanjue was silent and clenched his fists heavily. After a few seconds, he suddenly let go, as if forcing himself to accept a certain fact-"Do you have any other wishes?

Say it out, I'll do it for you."

Zhanlongcheng slowly turned his gaze to Ningxi, and another picture seemed to be outlined in front of him.

It was decades ago, a man and a woman were playing in the garden.

His eyebrows and eyes suddenly burst into a gentle smile, his lips moved, as if he was shouting "Ashuang"... After coming out of the ward, everyone was covered with a layer of extreme sadness.

In just a few hours, Zhan Longcheng's condition took a sharp turn for the worse, completely beyond Yu Ye's expectations.

Ning Xi lay on Zhan Hanjue's shoulder, biting his lower lip tightly, and silently suppressing him.

Zhan Hanjue reached out and patted Ning Xi's back.

"Sorry, the celebration agreed to be held, but it turned out to let you stay with me in the hospital."
Chapter completed!