Chapter 877

Xu Yi's body trembled slightly, "Master Jiu..."

Si Mingrong's face was full of grief, "Is there a way for the Patriarch to say a few words to us..."

Si Yehan's illness was so sudden that he didn't say a word.

Si Mingli made a sad expression, and patted Si Mingrong on the shoulder, "Second brother, please forgive me! It's not easy for the Patriarch's body to last until today...the Si family and us..."

When the chief expert heard this, his face became even more ugly. He glanced at Si Mingli with an indescribable expression. He coughed lightly and said, "Mr. Si is awake."

Si Mingrong was overjoyed immediately: "What? You're awake!?"

"Yes, Mr. Si, he..."

Before the expert finished speaking, Si Mingli was taken aback for a moment, thinking that this must be a flashback, so he hurriedly interrupted him, urging him to speak, "Then let's go in quickly! Hurry up and see if sister-in-law is awake, and invite sister-in-law over here." Otherwise, I'm afraid I won't be able to see the last side..."

"Yes!" The guard on the side quickly ran away.

expert:"……"

Forget it, they will know when they go in...

So, a group of elders hurriedly followed the expert into the ward.

Si Mingli had prepared his emotions a long time ago. The moment he stepped on the threshold, his eyes turned red, and he lunged towards the hospital bed, then knelt down on the ground with a "plop"——

"Patriarch! Patriarch—don't worry..." Go...

In the next second, Si Mingli was halfway through howling, and his expression of pretending grief suddenly turned petrified, froze on his face.

There was no one on the white hospital bed, but a pair of slender and straight legs appeared in the direction of his kneeling...

Si Mingli's back stiffened suddenly, and his eyes slowly moved upwards along those legs, and a wave of fear that he had never done before swept him...

"Why did Fourth Uncle make such a big gift?" Si Yehan straightened his cuffs while looking condescendingly at Si Mingli who was lying at his feet.

Si Yehan, who was supposed to be dying on the hospital bed, had already changed out of the bed clothes he was wearing, and was wearing a well-tailored suit that Ye Wanwan had sent over for him earlier, with a dark flower embroidered on the chest pocket. The pattern of roses makes the face of upside-down sentient beings even more eye-catching.

At this moment, the man was standing against the light by the window, tidying his cuffs carelessly, his face was not haggard at all, but his face was radiant and his eyes were cold...

"Ah—" Si Mingli's pupils suddenly contracted to the extreme, and he was so frightened that he took two steps back, "You...you..."

Not only Si Mingli, but Si Mingrong and other clan elders on the side all looked like they had seen hell.

At this time, Sun Baicao on the side explained, "Congratulations, Young Master Ninth's body is fine. He just vomited out the old blood in his body before, and fell into a deep sleep temporarily because of self-repair."

Si Mingrong was stunned for a long time before he came back to his senses and recovered his speech function, "Then... is the Patriarch's body... still in danger?"

Sun Baicao laughed and said, "Although Jiuye's illness cannot be said to be completely cured, his physical condition has stabilized. As long as he keeps doing this, he will fully recover, and it is only a matter of time.

Thanks to Ms. Wanwan's meticulous care during this time, as the attending physician of the Ninth Young Master, I am really ashamed of myself, you should thank her very much! "

Listening to Sun Baicao's words, Si Mingli was dumbfounded at this moment, his face full of disbelief, and he was completely shocked!

How could it be possible that one moment he said Si Yehan was going to die, and the next moment he was alive and kicking!

He...he just sent that bitch to jail!

It's over... It's over...

Get that woman out quickly! ! !