Every day I am woken up by the handsome lady's vest

Chapter 498
The person on the other side didn't seem to expect that the person who answered the phone would care.

Wei Wei was stunned for a while, then asked anxiously, "Are you concerned? Is your cousin by your side?"

Glancing at Mu Zhanchen, who was concentrating on driving beside him, he felt concerned and intuited that today's "celebration banquet" might not be enough.

Turned on the speakerphone before returning, "My brother is driving. Tell me, he can hear you."

"Grandma is dying, can you ask my cousin to come back and see her?"

Hu Xiner's tone was a little cautious, with a hint of pleading.

Caring frowned, then turned to look at Mu Zhanchen.

The man's expression didn't change, the hand holding the steering wheel was cold white, and he looked no different from before.

It's just that the eyebrows are lowered.

"elder brother."

After waiting for a while, seeing that he didn't intend to speak, he gave a concerned cry.

"At home or in the hospital?"

With an indifferent voice, Mu Zhanchen slowly parked the car on the side of the road.

It's decided to go.

Knowing that Mu Zhanchen can't really be indifferent to the old lady's affairs, it's not surprising that he cares.

Just hand him the phone.

Mu Zhanchen took a look, took the phone from her with his long and beautiful fingers, and left the hands-free on.

Caring also heard Hu Xiner's voice, "At the military hospital, if my cousin wants to come, I'll send the location."

Her voice was agitated.

It seems that he didn't expect Mu Zhanchen to really agree to the past.

"Ah."

Responding lightly, Mu Zhanchen hung up the phone and handed the phone to Caring, "For the treat, next time."

"Ah."

I cared and agreed, but the phone turned out.

When Mu Zhanchen threw the phone to Caring, he started the car and headed towards the military area.

Hu Xiner's message came quickly.

Caring glanced at Mu Zhanchen, unlocked the phone, and clicked on the location information.

……

When Mu Zhanchen and the others arrived at the military hospital, it was already more than half an hour later.

Now that the day has become shorter, the sun has already set and it looks a bit cold.

After getting out of the car, Mu Zhanchen put on his coat for Caring.

Caring wanted to refuse, but he had already dressed her involuntarily, and walked to the hospital holding hands.

The steps are steady, not in a hurry, but the steps taken are a bit big.

Caring was struggling to follow, so he could only speed up his pace to keep up.

At the door of the ward where Hu Xiner reported, Mu Zhanchen raised his hand and knocked on the door.

It was Hu Qingzheng who came to open the door.

Seeing Mu Zhanchen, Hu Qingzheng was slightly surprised, "Why are you here?"

"How is grandma?"

Mu Zhanchen didn't answer, but just asked lightly.

Hu Qingzheng sighed and frowned, "Come in."

Looking at his expression, he guessed a little bit about it.

In fact, when the old lady was hospitalized before, she was basically exhausted.

The water pills she sent not only relieved the pain of the illness, but also increased some of her own resistance.

But, that's all.

Now, the old lady may really have come to an end.

It was too late to know.

If it's a year or two in advance, they know it at an early stage.

At least she is sure that she can help the old lady live another seven or eight years.

pity……

No if.

Don't say you didn't find out then.

Even if they find out, they still don't know each other.

Mu Zhanchen followed behind Hu Qingzheng.

Just as I was about to walk into the ward, I felt the soft little hand in my palm move and hold me instead.

Concentrating her eyes, she looked at the small half of her hand protruding from the edge of her palm.

Porcelain white hands, obviously so small and so soft, but they tried their best to hold his.

The thumb and half of the palm that I tried to stick out were warm.

It obviously has no strength, but it passed on to him an inexplicable power.

The thin lips were slightly raised, and Mu Zhanchen shook back to show that he was fine.

The steps towards the ward are not so urgent this time.

Instead, follow the speed of concern, slowly, without rush.

In the ward, there was only one Hu Xiner sitting in front of the old lady Hu's bed, holding the old lady's old and thin hands with both hands.

The eye sockets are a little red.

She heard voices at the door, but she didn't intend to get up.

He didn't turn his head until he heard footsteps getting closer and closer.

The moment he saw Mu Zhanchen, his eyes turned away.

The cheeks, which had lost some color, turned a little paler.

"Grandma, cousin and the others are here."

Turning around again, Hu Xin'er bowed her head and leaned into Mrs. Hu's ear to speak.

On the bed, Mrs. Hu, who had her eyes closed, struggled to open them after hearing these words.

She wore an oxygen mask on her face, and her cloudy eyes were no longer as sharp as before, but seemed to be blurry.

Looking into the ward, he saw two more figures.

I couldn't see the facial features clearly, I could only vaguely see a tall young man and a petite girl.

Just by looking at her figure and temperament, she could tell who these two were.

Pulling the muscles on her face and smiling, Mrs. Hu stretched out her hand in the direction of the two, "Are you here?"

She fell into a coma suddenly, and had no time to tell Mu Zhanchen not to disturb him.

He thought that it would be good if the child could come to his funeral as long as he died.

But I didn't expect that there would be a chance to meet again.

"elder brother."

Seeing that Mu Zhanchen was not moving, Caring moved his hand to remind her.

The old lady's outstretched hand seemed to be overwhelmed, and it was getting lower and lower.

The expectation on the face is obvious, it is so cautious.

Mu Zhanchen narrowed his eyes, and gently rubbed the back of his caring hand with his fingertips before letting go of her little hand.

Walk slowly to the bed.

Hu Xin'er let go of Mrs. Hu when she was about to raise her hand.

Seeing Mu Zhanchen approaching, he remembered to give up his seat.

Standing up from the chair in a panic, he stepped back to the side.

When Mu Zhanchen got closer, he raised his hand and wiped his sore eyes, "Grandma won't allow us to disturb you. But I think, grandma definitely wants to see you for the last time."

As he spoke, he was a little choked up and couldn't continue.

The tears finally couldn't stop rolling down.

Mu Zhanchen paused, and nodded slightly.

Walking over, he hesitated for a moment, then reached out to catch Mrs. Hu's unsupported hand that fell on the bed sheet.

The feeling of starting is like a dead branch, with a soft layer of skin wrapped around the bony hand bones.

No moisture, dry and cold.

It was just holding it lightly.

Feeling the oldness of this hand, Mu Zhanchen subconsciously moved forward and tightened the strength in his hand.

He tried to warm the cold hand with his own.

"Zhan Chen..."

Mrs. Hu's voice was muffled by the oxygen mask.

Only shriveled lips could be seen moving, and the voice was so low that it was almost inaudible.

But he still tried his best to hold up his smiling face, and touched Mu Zhanchen's cheek with trembling hands.

Her eyes could not be opened very well, and her vision was hazy.

I can only recognize the person in front of me as Mu Zhanchen, but I can't see his daughter's similar face clearly.

(End of this chapter)