"What's going on? How could my father spit up blood all of a sudden?"
Nangongxiong, who was waiting at the door, saw the doctor and asked, "how is the situation now? Is it stable?"
The doctor pushed his glasses and sighed: "master Nangong, the master has stabilized for the time being, but on the whole, the situation is not optimistic."
"Don't be optimistic, doctor. Tell me clearly."
With a frown on his brow, nangongxiong rebuked: "my father has been in good health all the time. Would it be a mistake to practice martial arts when he suddenly vomited blood?"
However, any martial arts person, the physical quality will be much better than ordinary people. Because of good health, there will be no serious illness or small pain. If it happens, it must be related to practicing martial arts.
"Young master Nangong, I don't know. It's hard for me to judge what kind of martial arts practitioners you are."
Shaking his head, the doctor explained, "the owner's physical function has been reduced by more than half compared with the last physical examination. To be precise, it is not far from death."
It's not far from death?!
The whole person was stunned, and nanmiyagio didn't react for a moment. When the doctor left, he was a little relieved, and he quickly opened the door and walked in.
When he came to the edge of the bed and sat down, he looked at the man lying on the bed in disbelief. Is this his father, or is he the master of Nangong family?
He was haggard and had no trace of blood on his cheek. The original good body, like a leaky balloon that shriveled. What kind of pain does it take to get this way? What's going on?
Cloud Cloud
Suddenly, the murmur of Nangong Xiong revived. It was also because of this that he heard his father's voice. All of a sudden, the worry on his face was replaced by anger, and then changed from anger to resentment in a short second.
"Dad, I'm here. I'm here."
He leaned over and murmured, "Dad, what do you want to say to me? I'll listen."
Family Something's going on in the family Yuner, you should leave He's coming
The voice was very low and intermittent, but the meaning was probably understood by Nangong Xiong. Also because understand, so the anger in the heart is deeper, he did not expect that this time his father only thought about Nangong Yun.
"Dad, I see. Don't worry. We'll be fine."
With his fist clenched tightly, nangongxiong looked at the haggard face. At this moment, he hoped that nangongduan could die immediately.
No, to be precise, he wanted Nangong to die. If not, it would be hard to get rid of his hatred.
As if to hear his plea, the south palace end of the hospital bed suddenly a stiff body, and then a straight limb, and then fall. Head to the side, the whole person directly fell down dead.
Dad? Dad?
A glimmer of joy flashed in his heart, but he was soon covered up by nangongxiong. The voice from one voice to another, like a child of a dead loved one, wailing.
"Please forgive me, young master."
The housekeeper next to him quickly stepped up and helped nangongxiong up: "master, do you want to inform young master Yun?"
"There is no need to inform elder brother, my father has mentioned before that elder brother can't be affected when he goes out for training."
He shook his head and wiped his tears from the corner of his eyes: "I handle the affairs of my father by myself. From today on, in the next month, the family will be closed and all members will have to come to mourn."
Housekeeper did not show traces of swallowing saliva, a deep look at Nangong Xiong: "male young master, I know how to do."