Madam Dihao is not good

Get up, walk out of the VIP waiting room, walk up to Su Shijie, take his tissue to help him wipe.

When the two girls saw her, they were taken aback, apologized, and left tactfully.

Su Shijie frowned slightly and looked at Chanel: "Why did you come out?"

Chanel took his arm and said possessively, "You are mine!"

Su Shijie smiled, faintly, and stretched out his hand to grab her nose. [

At the same time, a certain intensive care unit in city B.

There were quite a few people around in the ward, the atmosphere was dignified, and all of them had red eyes.

At the gate of the hospital, a black car stopped abruptly.

He Xiuzi rushed out of the car, wearing plain clothes and black gauze on her arms. The moment she received the news, she rushed over from Master He's funeral.She stumbled and ran through the hospital, staggering, falling and bumping into people walking towards her.

She panted hard, like a dying animal.

"83% of the patient's body was burned, and the heart and spleen were severely burned. I'm afraid... there is no chance of recovery."

Three days ago, when Mu Xicheng was sent to the hospital, the doctor shook his head.

But the miracle is that Mu Xicheng has been heaving a sigh of relief, and has been standing upright.

He Xiuzi thought he was waiting for someone, that woman named Chanel...

On the hospital bed, Mu Xicheng was wrapped in white bandages and an oxygen mask. Is he still the imposing Mu Xicheng?

He Xiuzi didn't believe it was him, she didn't believe it!

She cried and knelt by the bed, begging him:

"Mu Xicheng, don't die, please don't die, okay!? As long as you don't die, I'll give you everything"

"Father is dead, I am the only one left, and there will be no He family in the future! You are free!"

"If you hate me, I will never appear to bother you again, as long as you don't die..."

She shed a lot of tears, said a lot of words, he has been in a daze, she did not know if he heard.

She was crying, her tears seemed to dry up, and she lost everything in one day.

"Mu Xicheng, if I lose you again, I will die!"

In the evening, on the hospital bed, Mu Xicheng's body finally moved. [

He moved his lips lightly, as if to speak, but couldn't make a sound.

The white mist sprayed the oxygen mask white. He Xiuzi asked the nurse to remove the oxygen mask, leaned down, and heard him say two very light and weak words.