"..."
Warm my heart for a while, Mussi's words made her speechless.
Moussi looked warm and helpless, just smiled faintly, and said with a look of extreme carelessness: "I'm joking, but if you find that Tang Yichen is not treating you badly, I am here to welcome you anytime."
"There won't be such a day."
Not far away, Tang Yichen's icy voice came. Warm and Musci colleagues looked up and saw Tang Yichen walking towards them coldly.
Warm and startled, did he hear what Mussi said just now
Sure enough, Tang Yichen walked to her, declared his sovereignty and held her in his arms, looking at Mussi with cold eyes.
"Mr. Mu, I'm afraid you won't have this opportunity in your life." Although Tang Yichen said with a smile, the smile made the warmth and the creeps.
Mussi also smiled, and the two men were in a contest invisibly.
At this moment, the lights in the operating room suddenly turned off and the door opened.
Warmly let go of Tang Yichen, and immediately ran over, grabbing the doctor's sleeve.
"Doctor, how is my grandpa?"
The doctor was shaken vigorously by the warmth, no matter how much he could talk about the patient's condition.
Upon seeing this, Mussi pulled the warmth aside, and said calmly, "How?"
The doctor finally had time to speak, his expression looked very bad, "The old man had a heart attack at the beginning, and we all suggested that he be hospitalized, but he refused, and was not allowed to tell you and his wife the news—"
"Now she is not Mrs. Mu."
Tang Yichen, who had been silent, suddenly interrupted the doctor's words, and the doctor was stunned for a moment, a little embarrassed.
Looking at Mussi, he didn't know how to answer.
"You go on." Mussi's face was not much better, and he gave a warm look. Now he cares about the people in the ward.
"But now the old man fainted again, maybe..."
The doctor's ambiguous words made the warm heart raise his throat, and subconsciously grabbed Tang Yichen's hand.
"You said, we take it." Mussi clenched his hands into fists and looked at the doctor coldly.
The doctor sighed and slowly told the cruel facts, "Maybe it won't last a month."
A month!
Warmth couldn't stand up immediately, if it wasn't for Tang Yichen to support her behind, she might have fallen down.
"Tang Yichen." Warm crying in a low voice, buried his head in Tang Yichen's arms, "I don't want Grandpa to die, I don't want..."
When Mussi heard the news, the shock was no less than warmth, and the whole person seemed to lose his vitality and froze in place.
Looking at the warm and painful look, Tang Yichen stiffened his face and said, "There is no way?"
The doctor shook his head, "This disease has been powerless since it was discovered."
Mussi clenched his hands and then slowly let go, leaning against the wall unsupported, all the broken hair scattered, looking very desolate.
…
In the middle of the ward, an ancient old man was lying weakly on the hospital bed with tubes all over his body. His face was pale, as if he was not breathing.
Mussi sat next to him, looking at the old man motionlessly, with scarlet eyes.
Tang Yichen stood by with Warmth, sniffing his nose and looking at the old man.
Suddenly, the person on the bed moved suddenly, and the warmth leaned in immediately.
"Grandpa, this is Miaomiao."
Mussi took a warm look, then slowly stood up and pulled off the oxygen mask from the old man's nose.