Chapter 1741

As soon as you enter the old man's bedroom, you can smell a kind of old people's kind of a little bad smell, like mildew, making your chest stuffy.

The old man was lying on the bed, motionless. He was slightly edematous. His face was gray and his eyes were half closed. If his eyelids did not move from time to time, he would have been dead.

Joan stepped on her knees and called out in front of the bed

Chen Baoshen also stepped forward, but first asked about Chen Yiping's diagnosis.

Chen Yiping has talked to him about it on the phone before, but after two days' driving, his condition is likely to have changed.

Knowing that the time was short, Chen Yiping spoke quickly about his diagnosis.

At this time, old master Jiang heard Jiang Yingqiong's voice and tried to open his eyes. "Five girls?"

When Jiang Yingqiong was a child, old master Jiang called her fifth girl. Sometimes he called her little five. However, now she is middle-aged, and he seldom calls her so.

So now suddenly heard him call himself again, Jiang Yingqiong's tears rolled down.

"It's me, grandfather. I'm back to see you."

"Good, good." Old master Jiang is very weak and his voice is very low. When Chen Yiping talked to him before, he couldn't even make a sound. Maybe it was because his granddaughter came back, which gave him some energy.

As soon as Jiang Yingqiong saw such a situation, her heart couldn't help cooling down.

It's so much like an old man dying.

Looking at him like this, Jiang Yingqiong remembers when his father died of illness, as if he was like this? It was as if all the spirits had been taken away from him, and he soon left.

Can't we save him?

"Let me see." Chen Baoshen comes.

Jiang Yingqiong makes way.

But her heart has already fallen to the bottom of the valley, always feel that there is no way to return to heaven.

Chen Baoshen carefully looked at old master Jiang. Like Jiang Yingqiong, his heart fell to the bottom.

It's too late. It's too bad inside.

He stood up and stepped back.

Jiang Yingqiong raised her eyes and looked at him. Chen Baoshen shook her head slowly. Jiang Yingqiong's last hope was also empty, and her tears immediately flowed.

Is it true that...

is there no cure?

The old master has been waiting for Xiao Liu for nearly 20 years. Will he still take this heartbreak and regret with him?

She was so dark that she couldn't help shaking her figure.

Chen Baoshen bit his teeth and said to her, "madam, I told you before I came that I would go to a little girl to look for medicine. The little girl's medicine is excellent. Otherwise, let the old master have a try?"

Try it. It means that a dead horse should be a living horse doctor.

It's hard to hear, but everyone can understand it.

Jiang Yingqiong held the table with one hand and asked weakly, "do you mean the little fiancee in the past? I have heard from you before that Meng Chaojun's illness could be improved by taking her medicine. Is it his own trouble? "

"Yes, that's her." Chen Baoshen nodded, "madam, you have to take care of yourself."

"Well, try it." Jiang Yingqiong said with a bitter smile, "there is no other way now, is it?"

Chen Baoshen said: "maybe, ginger medicine can have a miracle."

"Doctor Chen, when did Chinese medicine believe this?" Jiang Yingqiong has no hope in her heart. She is not unwilling to do nothing but to see the old man die.

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