Chapter 1817 He Finally Left

Ji Mianmian was wearing Murongmian's coat, and she didn't know when it fell to the ground.

She felt that the doctor's voice seemed to be pulled very far away. She saw his mouth moving, but she couldn't hear him speak.

"It's a miracle that the old man can survive until now. In addition, yesterday, he forced us to increase the dose and insisted on announcing his will. In fact, his body has long been unable to bear the dose. Now... we are too I can't do anything, please forgive me!"

The doctor bowed and stooped to them.

Murong Zhihong's vital signs have completely disappeared. He has survived so many times, but he never survived this time.

Ji Mianmian turned to look at Murong Mian, his face was calm and calm, as if this was a preordained result, there was nothing strange, and there was no need to be sad.

Murong Zhihong's life and death are indeed irrelevant to them.

But, after all, he is an old man who has been with him for some time. He is not a big villain, on the contrary, he is actually a very kind and good person, but he is a little too soft-hearted and confused.

For him, Ji Mianmian has never found it annoying, such an old man suddenly died just like that, Ji Mianmian always felt uncomfortable.

Before, Ji Mianmian always felt that this old man seemed to be very strong. He survived several times of rescue, so he should be fine this time.

However, who ever thought that he would not always be so lucky.

In fact, not all people are like this. The world is impermanent and life is unpredictable. Whoever closes his eyes until today will be able to open them tomorrow.

Ji Mianmian's heart was sore, and the corners of her lips curled up. She wanted to speak, but suddenly there were exclamations in her ears: "Madam, Madam..."

Ji Mianmian turned around quickly, only to see that Mrs. Murong had fallen down.

Mrs. Murong, who had been silent all night, couldn't hold on after hearing the news, and fell down and passed out.

Ji Mianmian didn't care about being surprised and hurried to help Mrs. Murong. Her hands and feet were cold and her breath was weak. Ji Mianmian was shocked and shouted: "Quick, the doctor will come and see."

The doctor hurriedly asked the nurse to help Mrs. Murong to the ward, checked her and gave her an injection.

The doctor said: "Madam fainted because of too much stimulation and grief. The injection given to her has the effect of calming and sleeping. I hope she can rest well."

Murong Mian said, "Thank you doctor."

He didn't sleep all night, his eyes were bloodshot, his voice was hoarse, and he looked haggard.

The doctor actually felt strange in his heart, why Randy, the son, didn't seem particularly sad when his biological father died?

But seeing how haggard he was, the doctor thought to himself, he probably expected his father, his mother must be overly sad, if he was falling down, wouldn't the Murong family be in chaos at this time?

Thinking about it this way, the doctor felt that the young man in front of him was quite responsible and took the overall situation into consideration. It was really good to suppress the grief of his father's death to support the overall situation.

If Murong Mian knew what the doctor was thinking, he would definitely say: You think too much.

The doctor sighed and said, "Master Randy, don't be too sad. After all, Mr.'s body is too weak. To put it bluntly, leaving is also a relief for him. Let the old man arrange his funeral. Bar."

Murong Mian nodded: "I know, it will be arranged."