Chapter 667: Death of Xia Jinrong (2)

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

"Take me to him."

Xia Jingshan brushed away Mu Jinchen's hand holding his shoulder and stood up suddenly, his steps staggering as if he had aged dozens of years in an instant.

"Grandpa..." Wushuang called softly with a trembling voice. Tears were already flowing down her face. However, she did not reach out to wipe them away. Instead, she quickly held the old man's arm, fearing that he would be careless. Fell to the ground.

The old man was so sad that he couldn't express his sorrow, but he insisted on walking towards the door step by step.

Although Mu Jinchen was heartbroken for the little woman, he could only look at it deeply at this time. No matter how painful it was, it could not compare to the pain of losing a child. He did not say much else, walked to the other side of Xia Jingshan, held his arm, and walked towards Walking into the windy parking lot.

"master……"

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

Xia Jingshan didn't answer. Wushuang shook his head at him. Although his beautiful face was filled with tears, his voice was very firm, "You have a good eye on Xia Garden. Don't let anyone in again."

The old housekeeper also knew that Xia Garden could not be left alone, so he could only nodded, handed the umbrella in his hand to Mu Jinchen, and looked at their backs as they moved forward.

The sky still seemed to have a hole in it. The downpour of rain and the strong wind seemed to blow over the steady atmosphere of Pikes Peak. Mu Jinchen in the cab had a heavy face and glanced at the back seat from time to time. An old man and a young man, every time they look at each other, the pain in their eyes increases, especially the clear eyes of the little woman are extremely red, but the tears keep flowing down, and they are afraid of affecting the mood of the old man. If he dared to cry, he could only shed tears silently. The atmosphere in the carriage was extremely heavy and depressing.

When they arrived at the hospital, outside Xia Jinrong's operating room, Xia Muxue, who had always been strong, was crying in her wheelchair. Jing Hongyuan, who was beside her, hugged her heartbrokenly and stayed with her silently.

Qi Dong also stood aside and looked at the door of the operating room silently with his head lowered. He told the hospital not to move Xia Jinrong until all the family members arrived. There were still faint traces of water on his clothes, whether it was related to Mu Jinchen's matters are still related to Wushuang's matters. This competent assistant is always the one who travels the most.

He followed the ambulance all the way here, and he was also the only one who witnessed the passage of this fresh life with his own eyes. The person on the white hospital bed was in his prime, still so young, and died in the blink of an eye, let alone a close relative. Even he couldn't believe it.

Feeling the heavy footsteps, he raised his eyes and followed the source of the sound. He saw Mu Jinchen and Jing Wushuang supporting Xia Jingshan, who had suddenly aged ten years. He greeted him and shouted in a low voice, "Master..."

Mu Jinchen shook his head slightly at him. Qi Dong said nothing and walked directly 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 and looked at the three relatives who had just arrived with tearful eyes.

Xia Jingshan ignored her and put almost all his strength into the hands of Mu Jinchen and Jing Wushuang. He still staggered almost to the point of falling. After entering the operating room, he used all his strength to break free from the hands of the two juniors. , and fell on Xia Jinrong.