Chapter 2247

The silence in the car was terrible.

Uncle Zhong stared anxiously at the scenery outside. It was dark everywhere. Only the street lights were bright and dark, and he followed them with his eyes. It felt like walking in the yellow spring.

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

Uncle Zhong's eyes are red and he wants to cry again.

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

Xia Xi pursed her lips. She remembered that it was when she had just crossed the body.

At that time, Grandpa seemed to have been in the hospital for a long time.

She went to see her grandfather with Zhan Yu.

"The doctor said at that time that he would let the master go home for rest for up to three months, but young lady, if you cheer up, the master will live for several more years as soon as he is happy."

Uncle Zhong's voice choked again.

"But it's only a few years. If it grows any longer, the Lord of Hell won't agree."

Uncle Zhong couldn't help but bow his head and wipe his eyes.

"In the end, the master still can't let go of you, young lady. Go and see him for the last time."

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

She can practice and make herself strong, but no one can help her in life, old age and death!

It really makes people feel unwilling!!

Frowning, the car stopped steadily in the hospital parking lot, and the hospital building of Nuo University was brightly lit.

Even in the evening, it is more lively than ever.

Xia Xi enters the building and waits for the elevator.

There were people all around, but she couldn't hear anything.

With the flow of people entering the elevator, Zhan Yu looked at her one by one, frowned slightly, and then held her hand tightly.

He didn't know how to comfort her: baby, will the teacher be all right?

But it's impossible. Uncle Zhong said that if people can't, how can they be all right.

Zhan Yu's face was not very good.

Su Qingge is his teacher. Although there is only one sentence, it is the most important sentence for him.

He really hopes the teacher will be all right.

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

There are people everywhere, and the corridor is also crowded with beds. Patients lie in bed, or are unconscious, or hang drops at dinner. There are family members lying around. The atmosphere here is very bad. Everyone's face is full of sadness. You can even see someone stealing tears in the corner.

Xia Xi's heart was cold in an instant.

She seldom cried, and the number of times she cried was very few. But this time, her eyes were sour before she saw Grandpa.

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

VIP room, one bed per room, with kitchen and bathroom.

It was clean and equipped with all kinds of equipment, but it still couldn't change Su Qingge's health.

The old man lay weakly on the hospital bed, his eyes closed, his face pale, the oxygen mask covered his mouth and nose, and the jump of ECG was very weak.

Su Qing had already cried red eyes. Meng Jingtian accompanied her. Seeing Xia Xi coming, get out of the way. Su Qing also looked up. Seeing her daughter, she couldn't bear it anymore and cried.

This repressed cry seemed 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 thought of all the ways we can. His cancer cells have spread to the liver and lungs, and even the doctors in the United States can't do anything."