But judging from the current situation, the Song family has been reduced to a ball of sand. The old man’s sons have been beaten into inhumane and ghost status. Who else can be called over? Liu Boyang, another relative of the Song family, does not know him. If the old man

If he can wake up, he can only send him on his last journey. (Just read the novel——Boiling Literature——·——Boiling Literature.huaixiu.bsp; It didn’t take long for the two young nurses to push Mr. Song from

After coming out of the CT room, they were sent directly to the single ward. Liu Boyang, Yang Lin, Zhang Xiang, Dongsha, sister Hu Die and the five others hurriedly followed. Yang Lin was too pressed for time when he came and did not reveal the old man's true identity to the hospital at all, otherwise the dean and experts would

I have come here to visit a long time ago. The poor old man has spent his whole life trying to save face, but he was so lonely at the moment of his death.

After the two young nurses settled the old man, they hung up the last life-sustaining bottle on him, gave him a few brief instructions and left, leaving only Liu Boyang and five people in the room.

Looking at the dying old man lying on the snow-white sheets, Liu Boyang couldn't explain how he felt. He suddenly missed his grandfather a little. The old man in his family was also a stubborn guy with a cold outside and a warm heart. Liu Boyang had been following him since he was a child.

It has grown up, but now...

Liu Boyang sighed deeply and walked to the window alone, lost in thought. He couldn't breathe under the weight of his heavy worries. Yang Lin and Zhang Xiangdong walked over. Yang Lin handed him a cigarette and said: "Brother Yang, don't think too much."

Too many, I know these things are disturbing you one after another, but there is no way, they have already happened after all, and since we are involved, we must face it calmly."

Liu Boyang nodded and said: "I know, don't worry, I'm just a little tired from all the hard work, nothing else. huaixiu.bsp; The next twenty minutes or so were as torturous for Liu Boyang as he had been in several lifetimes.

Not only were they looking forward to the return of Mr. Song, but they also had to always inquire about the rescue results of Song Jiayao in another building. Fenghu Anan, Jiang Yan and others took the antidote from Song Yuanfeng's house and sent it to the hospital. This made Song Jiayao

The chance of regaining his life is a little higher.

"Brother Yang! The old man is awake!" Just when Liu Boyang was getting impatient, Sister Sha suddenly exclaimed from behind, and Liu Boyang quickly surrounded him with Yang Lin and Zhang Xiangdong.

I saw that Mr. Song had really woken up. He opened his old and turbid eyes and stared straight at the ceiling. He scratched and scratched out of thin air with a thin hand. He didn't know what kind of hallucination he had seen. He wanted to open his mouth to speak, but he couldn't.

It flowed down the corner of his mouth.

"Xiangdong, call the doctor quickly!" As soon as Liu Boyang finished speaking, Zhang Xiangdong had already ran out.

Not long after, a large group of doctors and nurses came in from outside, and several dean-level figures had found out the old man's true identity through other channels, and hurried over to visit. Everyone was busy dealing with the old man, and finally the old man recovered for a short time.

consciousness.

Mr. Song slowly looked at the group of people guarding his bed, wriggled his jaw with difficulty, and said to Liu Boyang: "Yang... Qing... Di... my old man... I'm afraid... I can't survive... Come here...

Let me tell you... a few words..."

Liu Boyang hurriedly stepped forward and said: "Master, let me listen, you say. (Just read the novel——Boiling Literature——·——Boiling Literature.huaixiu.bsp; Mr. Song puffed up his chest and took a deep breath,

He smiled sadly: "I, Song Xiao... have lived... my whole life... I thought I was shrewd... worldly... but I didn't expect... that I would be... plotted... by someone... when I am old..."

Liu Boyang advised: "Old man, it's not your fault. It's Song Yuanfeng and the others who have bad intentions. You were just kept in the dark by them."

Mr. Song gritted his teeth and smiled fiercely: "Don't blame me...who should blame you?...I was the one who gave birth to...their group of...prodigal sons..." After finishing speaking, muddy tears flowed from the corners of his eyes, "It's really...

...I have pity on my...baby granddaughter...Jia Yao...she is only...young...what...is wrong with her?"

When Liu Boyang heard this, he quickly said: "By the way, old man, I almost forgot to tell you, don't be sad! Jia Yao is not dead yet! Do you know she is not dead? She is being rescued in the hospital now!"

Mr. Song was stunned and said sadly: "It's impossible...you...you lied to me..."

Liu Boyang said anxiously: "Old man, when has this been, why do I favor you? If you don't believe me, ask these doctors, they won't tell lies. Jia Yao is really not dead, she is just in suspended animation, the doctor said

I’m sure I can save it!”

"Really...really?" Mr. Song's originally pale face suddenly glowed with a glimmer of color, and he struggled to get up, "Where...is it?...You...you take me to...see her

!”

As soon as he finished speaking, he coughed uncontrollably due to excessive exertion. Liu Boyang quickly helped him and let him lie down. He used a handkerchief to catch the thick phlegm coughed up by the old man. Liu Boyang didn't pay attention.

Look, but a cursory glance revealed that it was filled with shocking blood!

After the old man was put down by Liu Boyang again, he actually smiled in despair: "Oh...God...don't you even give me...the last...opportunity...to see my granddaughter...

"

"Old man, don't get excited. Taking good care of your health is more important than anything else. Jia Yao has been confirmed to be alive now, but you have to hold on and survive no matter what. Do you want Jia Yao to wake up?

No grandpa?" Liu Boyang advised.

Mr. Song slowly shook his head and said calmly: "You don't have to...persuad me...my own...body...what's going on...I know better than anyone else...as soon as I opened my eyes just now...I...

Everyone who saw the Palace of Hell... the little devil judge... was calling me..."

"Emperor Yang Qing...there is no one...trustworthy...around me...only you...I think I can...leave the funeral affairs...are you willing to listen to my...this old man...the last words?"

Are you nagging?" Mr. Song looked at Liu Boyang expectantly and asked.

"Say it, old man! As long as you can trust me, I can help you do anything you say!" Liu Boyang said decisively.

"Haha... you can... say... I will die... with my eyes closed..."

"Emperor Yang Qing...if...that girl Jia Yao...can still wake up...you can help me...send a message...after I die...she will be the...head of the Song family...

All my property...fame...status...will belong to her...inherited alone..."

"But Jiayao... is young... has simple thoughts... I'm worried that she... can't take care of... the Song family... so I... beg you... to help her... don't let the Song family... go to...

Zhongluo...is it okay?" Mr. Song asked weakly. Saying so many words in one breath had exhausted all his energy.

"No problem! If Jia Yao can wake up, I will help her take care of the Song family and become her sole successor as soon as possible!" Liu Boyang nodded heavily!

"Hmm... um..." Mr. Song nodded and smiled slightly: "Yang Qing... Di... I'm about to die... I said... I can't move... you find a... paper and pen... I

Say... you write it... don't let others... take advantage of the loopholes in the future..."

"Okay!" Liu Boyang agreed quickly, and Zhang Xiangdong ran out to find paper and pen.

Mr. Song slowly calmed down, and finally said slowly: "If... the girl's life is as miserable as my old... immortal... died... then... I sincerely... beg you... Song

Home...you come...take over...everything...belongs to you..."
Chapter completed!