"How did the teacher fall ill?" She is only concerned about the old man's physical condition now, and rushed all the way. Despite using the fastest speed, she was still very nervous.

"As aged, the physical function is declining, but the teacher still likes to do everything by himself. Staying up late is common. You know, he is usually easy to talk to, but once there is work, no one can listen to it." He Ruozhi sighed, pinched his eyebrows, and continued to focus on driving.

After Ye Haosen fell ill, the daily affairs in the institute fell on him naturally and took care of everything by himself. Only when he realized how much pressure the old man had been withheld before.

The car got off the highway and drove into the city.

The scenery on both sides of the road is familiar and unfamiliar. After eight years, some things have not changed.

Xiang Yami leaned against the car window and looked at a building standing in the city center. On the 28th floor there, people she was familiar with didn't know if they were still there.

Why do you think of him again?

There is no ties to it.

The two children were sent to the hotel that had been prepared.

"Lieyan" has its own hospital, which is full of professional talents from various disciplines. Ye Haosen has a very high status. As soon as he fell ill, he was immediately sent to the advanced ward. He was taken care of for twenty-four hours, the most advanced technology and the best medicine. He was snatched back from the god of death regardless of the cost.

Through a glass window, Xiang Yami looked blankly at the weak old man with tubes on her body, and she was in a trance for a moment, as if she had returned to twenty years ago.

He was obviously very busy, but he was still willing to take time every day to teach her the simplest math operations.

Just watched her grow up little by little.

From eight to twenty years old, and from twenty to twenty years old, no matter how she changes, in his heart, he only regards her as his relative.

The old man kept too many secrets throughout his life. Xiang Yami didn't want others to know, so the old man hid it silently in his heart.

She couldn't help but cry even harder, and she didn't dare to think about losing him one day.

"Miss Xiang, you have been standing here for a few hours. You should go back and rest. Dr. Ye will not wake up for the time being. We will take care of you continuously. If there is any news, you will definitely notify you as soon as possible."

The nurse whispered softly, looking at Xiang Yami's excessively pale face with great concern. If she insisted on not leaving, there would be another bed in the ward of the hospital.

After a long time, she finally came to her senses, rubbed her eyes hard with the back of her hands like a child, forcing her tears back, and her voice hoarse, "Okay, I'll come tomorrow morning, I'll bother you tonight."

"Don't be polite, please." After sending her away, the nurse was obviously relieved and directed the person to quickly close the door outside.

A pair of pink and beautiful little kids walked out of the room on the other side holding hands, pushed the door directly into the intensive care unit, and even avoided the necessary disinfection process.

Strangely, the nurse clearly saw it, but did not stop it. She smiled and retreated back to the office to free up the quiet space.

Tick, tick.

Countless medical instruments started at the same time, making monotonous and rhythmic sounds, and the smell of disinfectant in the room. The little girl frowned uneasyly and tightened her hands nervously.
Chapter completed!