The President's wife is a global sensation

Chapter 398
Seeing Tang Yimo rushing over, he went up to meet him and handed over the water in his hand.

The bottle cap was already screwed on, Tang Yimo took a sip silently, and heard him say, "People are still being rescued."

She nodded, and looked at him, feeling a little heavy in her heart.

At the age of the old dean, she has a clear concept of falling from the second floor, and this trip is probably more ominous than good.

About 10 minutes later, the red light in the operating room went out, and then footsteps came.

The door opened and Tang Yimo saw the doctor. As soon as Tang Yimo went up to meet him, he saw the doctor pulled off his mask, shook his head and said, "We did our best. The patient still has the last time. If you have anything to say, you can go now."

The doctor left after speaking, leaving Tang Yimo standing there with pale lips.

Shang Shiqiang walked over and shook her wrist, "It's because I didn't make people look after the old man...don't think so much now, go see him off for the last time."

Tang Yimo raised his head, his eyes were rarely at a loss.

She said, "I always felt that he had an accident because of me."

How could it be such a coincidence that he fell over the high railing? The old director had been ill for a long time and had been in the nursing home for many years. The only abnormality recently was that she went to visit her.

"Trust me, I'll investigate."

Shang Shiqian's voice was very deep, as if it was wrapped in autumn's mood, and it was chilly.

If someone really didn't want them to pursue what happened back then and used the old dean as a warning, then he would definitely investigate to the end.

Tang Yimo closed his eyes heavily before walking into the ward.

The old dean was lying there quietly on the hospital bed, he had no strength to speak, let alone attack her again.

He just opened his eyes steadily, except for the shallow rise and fall of his chest, there was no life at all.

Tang Yimo's nose twitched at the death breath coming directly.

As if aware of her approach, the old man's cloudy eyes slowly turned.

He stared at her as if he was staring at someone else. After a long while, his eye sockets widened slightly, as if a little excited, and he even let out a strange 'ho ho' sound from his throat.

"what did you say?"

Seeing his lips move slightly, Tang Yimo approached carefully.

His voice was too low, like a mosquito groaning, and he repeated over and over again, "I'm sorry..."

He said, sorry.

The old man's eyes were fixed on her, and he repeated these three words countless times. Then, the light in his eyes completely dimmed at a certain moment. He took a deep breath and never let it out again.

"Old dean."

Tang Yimo murmured, and she was in a daze for a while before realizing that she had already left.

There was a faintly lively sound from far outside, which made the huge ward even more quiet.

Shang Shiying walked over, patted her on the shoulder, and asked her, "What did the dean just say?"

Tang Yimo raised his eyes, there was still a bit of pain in his eyes.

"He's apologizing to me," she said.

After arranging the funeral of the old director, Monk Tang Yimo left the hospital in time.

It was already dark, and the wind was blowing outside. Large swaths of dark clouds blocked the light of the moon, and the night looked even more silent.

Shang Shiqi got into the car and drove to a nearby Chinese restaurant.

Neither of them was in a good mood, so they casually ate something to satisfy their hunger. Tang Yimo finished the last mouthful of porridge, put down his spoon, looked at the human being opposite, and said, "I will make time to go to Lincheng again soon."

(End of this chapter)