Chapter 317 Wen Xiaoai, Don't Let Me Down

Instead, he looked at the alcoholic who was eating with his head down: "Is there really no other way?"

What he asked was about Bai Lao.

"What do you think?" The drunkard replied indifferently.

You should ask the person next to you...

"..."

Bai Tang and Uncle Ming brought several well-known doctors from the hospital back to the hotel. After the examination, the doctors all shook their heads, expressing that it was hopeless.

The injury was too serious, and all functions of the body were slowly stopping, and he could live for three hours at most. Even if Hua Tuo was alive, he would not be able to recover.

Baitang originally wanted to send him to the hospital, but the doctors said it was unnecessary after the examination.

Even if he was sent to the hospital, he couldn't be rescued, and his condition is unknown now, so it's better not to move around, so as not to aggravate the situation and die faster.

Besides, he is in such a bad situation now, why bother to walk around and suffer this crime again.

Baitang sat on the chair beside the bed in despair, looking at the old Bai whose body was slowly stiffening on the bed, his face was deathly gray, with his head in his hands, surrounded by helpless pain and fear.

Uncle Ming stood aside, very distressed.

The most painful thing is to watch one's relatives die slowly in front of one's own eyes without being able to do anything about it.

Fifteen years ago, I watched my father die in front of me, I watched my mother die in love, and I watched my grandfather die again fifteen years later...

Uncle Ming was really afraid that something would happen to him psychologically.

"Don't be afraid, there is Uncle Ming."

It was supposed to be comforting words, but it made Baitang feel even more uncomfortable.

Tears dripped down on the ground, but Baitang didn't say a word.

Uncle Ming stood quietly by the side, quietly accompanying him.

Wuyuan——

The drunkard took out an acupuncture bag from his medicine chest, took a few medicine bottles with him, and was about to leave when Tsing Yi opened the door and came back.

"Are you going out?" he asked.

"Um."

"where to?"

"bar."

Bar, bar again...

"Can you...not go."

He couldn't even hold the needle steadily in his hand, and if he continued like this, the situation would only get worse.

Although he doesn't rely on this for food, if he really loses this medical skill, he will definitely suffer to death.

Tsing Yi really wanted to know what happened to him, why he personally destroyed his health and abilities.

"I'll be back in a while." After the drunkard said this, he walked around Tsing Yi and went out.

Tsing Yi stood quietly at the door, listening to his gradually disappearing footsteps, her expression was gloomy.

The drunkard rushed to the hotel where Baitang was, but instead of looking for Baitang, he opened another room for himself and took out his mobile phone.

I don't know how to operate it on my mobile phone.

Soon, the scene of Baitang's room appeared on the screen.

Looking at the painful and helpless Baitang sitting beside the bed on the screen, the alcoholic's already heavy heart became even more heavy.

There are still two hours, Wen Xiaoai, don't let me down.

Wuyuan——

Wen Xiaoai bit the baby bottle and sat on the bed in a daze holding a big pink and white doll.

Jun Moyan opened the door and walked in. Seeing that Wen Xiaoai was still unhappy, her mood also became worse.

He came to the bed and sat down, took out a small box and handed it to her.

Wen Xiaoai looked at the small box in his hand, took off the bottle, and asked, "What is this?"

"have a look."

Wen Xiaoai reached out to take it, opened it, and her eyes lit up immediately.

"My little bell."

"Um."

"It's finally fixed." Wen Xiaoai happily picked up her little bell and looked at it.