My Third Gentleman

Chapter 667 The death of Xia Jinrong (2)

Mu Jinchen naturally knew who he was asking, "At the People's Hospital."

"Take me to see him."

Xia Jingshan brushed away the hand that Mu Jinchen was holding on his shoulder, and got up suddenly, but his steps staggered as if he was a few dozen years old in an instant.

"Grandpa..." Wushuang also whispered in a trembling voice, tears streaming down her face non-stop, but she didn't reach out her hand to wipe it off, but quickly took the old man's arm, fearing that he would be careless. Fell to the ground.

The old man was so sad that he could not express himself, but he insisted on walking outside the door step by step.

Although Mu Jinchen heartaches the little woman, he can only look at it deeply at this time, no pain is more than the pain of losing a child, and he didn't say anything else. He walked to the other side of Xia Jingshan, took his arm and turned towards Walked to the precarious parking lot.

"master……"

The old butler who had served the Xia family for decades chased him with an umbrella, his voice was also a strong nasal voice, "I want to go to the hospital too."

Xia Jingshan didn't talk to him, Wushuang shook his head at him. Although his beautiful face was already whirring with tears, his voice was very firm, "You take Xia Yuan well, so don't let anyone in again."

The old housekeeper also knew that Xia Yuan could not be left alone, so he nodded, handed the umbrella in his hand to Mu Jinchen, and looked at the back of them moving forward.

The sky is still like a hole, the heavy rain and the strong wind tail seem to blow over the stable Pikes Peak. Mu Jinchen in the cab is very heavy, and he glances at the back seat from time to time. Every time I look at it, the pain in my eyes increases, especially when the young woman’s clear eyes are already red, but her tears keep flowing down, and she is afraid of affecting the emotions of the elderly. He dared to cry, but could only shed tears silently, and the atmosphere in the carriage was extremely depressing.

When he arrived at the hospital, outside the door of Xia Jinrong's operating room, Xia Muxue, who had always been strong, was crying in her wheelchair. Jing Hongyuan hugged her in his arms in pain and accompanied her in silence.

Qi Dong was also standing aside and looking down at the door of the operating room silently. He told the hospital that he should not move Xia Jinrong before all his family members arrived. He could still see water stains on his clothes, whether it was related. Mu Jinchen's matter is still about Wushuang. This competent assistant is always the one who runs the most.

He followed the ambulance all the way, and was the only one who witnessed the passing of this living life. The man in the white bed was in his prime of life and was still so young. He said that he died in a blink of an eye and he died, let alone a close relative. The person, even he can't believe it.

Feeling the heavy footsteps, he raised his eyes and looked at the sound source, only to see Mu Jinchen and Jing Wushuang supporting the Buddha Xia Jingshan, who was ten years old at once. He greeted him and shouted in a low voice. "Master..."

Mu Jinchen shook his head slightly at him, Qi Dong said nothing, walked to the front of the operating room and opened the door for them.

"Dad..." Xia Muxue also raised her head from Jing Hongyuan's arms, looking at the three relatives who had just arrived with tears in her eyes.

Xia Jingshan ignored her. Almost all his strength was in the hands of Mu Jinchen and Jing Wushuang. He was still staggering and almost fell. He entered the operating room. He exhausted all his strength to break free from the hands of the two younger generations. , Fell on Xia Jinrong's body.

(End of this chapter)