Chapter 1180 The End of an Era!

Many businessmen in Wanwan did not expect that the unknown Lin Fannan would actually be supported by Sir Yang and the Imperial Group.

In other words, with the support of the Imperial Group, Lin Fannan will soon become one of the main rich men in the Bay.

When those people were confused, Lin Fannan's wife took her son and daughter to leave Wanwan and go to Xiangjiang to study.

When the time came to January 12, 1988.

This morning.

Yang Ming woke up from a nightmare, covered in cold sweat.

It seems that the Yuanshan Hotel is really not suitable for him to continue living here.

"Master, how are you?" Azhu and Lan Jieying came in.

There was something wrong with Yang Ming's expression.

"I can't live in this place. I want to find another place to live."

. . .

At this time, for Mr. Jiang in Qiyan's apartment, death seemed to have arrived early and was waiting.

In the past two days, his subordinates reported a very important news to him, which was a huge blow to Mr. Jiang. In addition, he was already coughing and vomiting blood. Now after hearing the news, he has been unable to sleep for a long time.

In the cold and lonely night, the god of death appeared mercilessly to greet Mr. Jiang. Of course, this night, it could only be regarded as a day in advance to say hello.

That night, outside the window of Qiyan's apartment, it was desolate and cold. The coldness made the winter night seem dark and hard, which made people feel an overwhelming sense of loneliness and the insignificance of life.

It was dark inside Qi Yan's apartment, and the air was filled with the smell of medicine.

Mr. Jiang was lying in his room, having a final tug-of-war with the God of Death.

Originally, during such a festival, for Chinese people, it should be a time for their children to come back and get together, or at least a time for their children to show their filial piety before their sick beds. However, Mr. Jiang did not have any children around him. His children were either sick or living abroad. , or marry far away.

There is only one child left in Wanwan, his third son.

There is also Mr. Jiang's wife, but her wife has not been feeling well these days and is also bedridden. She is lying on the bed in the room next to Mr. Jiang and has too much time to take care of herself.

In extreme pain, Mr. Jiang endured the night of January 12, 1988, but by January 13, he was exhausted from the tug-of-war with death.

First, on the morning of January 13, Mr. Jiang felt extremely restless. He got out of bed and sat in a wheelchair, and then returned to bed.

This movement almost went back and forth for a long time.

Then, Mr. Jiang told Adjutant Weng Yuan that his stomach was uncomfortable.

Weng Yuan quickly called a doctor to see him. It happened that the doctor on duty at that time was Jiang Bining. Jiang Bining was an expert in heart disease and was not good at gastroenterology. Luo Guangrui, the gastroenterologist, was on a business trip that day.

However, there was no other doctor here, so Jiang Bining had to rush to see Mr. Jiang. After seeing him, he gave Mr. Jiang a nutritional drip and immediately contacted the gastroenterologist Dr. Luo Guangrui and asked him to come back as soon as possible.

At 9 o'clock in the morning, Mr. Jiang felt extremely painful. He said to Adjutant Weng Yuan: "I am really in terrible pain and feel uncomfortable all over. Please think of a solution quickly."

But as an adjutant, Weng Yuan really had no choice, but after following Mr. Jiang for many years, he knew very well that Mr. Jiang would not speak like this if it was not extremely painful and unbearable.

Therefore, he could only continue to comfort Mr. Jiang, saying that the gastrointestinal expert Luo Guangrui was on his way back, so you should take care, and so on.

People who are sick know that any comfort is meaningless and cannot reduce the pain at all. Therefore, Mr. Jiang was still in agony and was tossing and turning in bed.

At 11 o'clock in the morning, Mr. Jiang and his three sons came to see their father. Then they said they wanted to accompany the old lady to the Shilin Mansion for dinner, and left Mr. Jiang's room.

Mr. Jiang did not want his children to see his pain, so he endured it for a long time. After Mr. Jiang's three sons left, Mr. Jiang still felt uncomfortable.

But what was even worse was that he suddenly asked Weng Yuan where his eldest son was, where was his second son? Weng Yuan replied that the third son was eating and the second son was far away in Xinjiapo.

After hearing this, Mr. Jiang said "Oh" and said no more.

But according to Weng Yuan's observation around him, he could feel that Mr. Jiang wanted to say something, but he hesitated and fell into deep thought.

"Yang, where is Sir Yang?" Mr. Jiang asked again without seeing his son and his wife.

Yesterday morning, Yang Ming had a nightmare at the Huangshan Hotel. He used this as an excuse to move out of the Huangshan Hotel with He Chaoluo and the others, and then stayed in a five-star hotel owned by the Cai family.

Weng Yuan knew this.

People often have self-premonitions about their impending death. Mr. Jiang is probably the same. He must have wanted to say his last words to his son, but with no children around, he could only remain silent.

As for Sir Yang, Mr. Jiang has been seeing him during this period.

However, Mr. Jiang now feels that it will be difficult to endure his physical condition.

"Quick, hurry, let Sir Yang come to see me. Don't notify anyone except him."

"Yes, Mr. Jiang." Weng Yuan hurriedly went to inform Yang Ming.

Half an hour later.

Yang Ming arrived quietly in a car.

Yang Ming had already seen that something was wrong with Mr. Jiang, and the other party didn't even talk to him for long.

When the time came to 12:40, Mr. Jiang suddenly felt unwell. He was retching at first, but suddenly he actually vomited, and he vomited in big mouthfuls. All the vomited out was dark red blood, and he vomited all over the bed sheet. All stained red.

Yang Ming and Weng Yuan were both shocked when they saw this. Weng Yuan quickly took a stainless steel basin from the bedside to catch it.

At this time, Mr. Jiang was not only vomiting from his mouth, but also spraying from his mouth and nose.

Weng Yuan was frightened and immediately reported to the medical officer on duty. Seeing this, the medical officer also felt bad and immediately contacted medical staff to come to support the rescue.

At this time, in addition to an adjutant Weng Yuan, there was also Yang Ming waiting beside Mr. Jiang. Weng Yuan wiped the blood off Mr. Jiang's face with a towel and dealt with the blood on the bed. After watching Mr. Jiang's aging body become more and more powerless, his mood was heavy and indescribable.

Mr. Jiang was extremely weak and had been completely defeated by the god of death. The reason why he did not close his eyes for a long time was naturally waiting for the arrival of Mr. Jiang's third son, because other relatives were impossible to appear. The faraway one was too far away, and Mr. Jiang's wife, who was next door, was afraid that she would not be able to bear it because of her sick body, so she did not dare to tell her.

After the doctors’ rescue efforts, they thought Mr. Jiang’s condition was stable, but after a while, at 12:55, Mr. Jiang started vomiting blood again.

Everyone tried to rescue him again, but this time, they only managed to hold back the shadow of death. After Mr. Jiang vomited blood, he lay down with his head tilted, his eyes closed, and there was no movement. His face was peaceful, and his heartbeat gradually disappeared like footsteps fading away!

Seeing this, the doctors knew that the rescue was just a job, and Mr. Jiang’s life had been extinguished. (End of this chapter)