Murong Zhihong's old face suddenly froze, and his lifeless eyes were full of disbelief.
Murong Mian smiled: "Father, I know what you mean. You want to see me get married and have children. I came back this time just to make sure you have no regrets."
Murong Zhihong, Murong Mian's hand tightened suddenly, and his strength suddenly increased, "Who...who?"
Murong Mian's hand was a little painful from being held. It was really hard to imagine that this old man could still burst out with such strength despite being so ill.
He smiled, his face unchanged, and he still smiled slightly: "She is a good girl. You have to believe in your son's vision. I will bring her to see you tomorrow. You will definitely like her very much."
Murong Zhihong's face, which was already bad, suddenly became even worse. He opened his mouth to try to pick up the fish that had been thrown to the ground from the water. He opened his mouth and kept breathing. Unfortunately, less air came in and more air came out. , he tried hard: "No... no."
Murong Mian stretched out her hand to comfort him gently, "Father, what's wrong? Why not? Don't you want me to marry a girl you like? Didn't you say before that you wanted to see me settle down early and give Murong Mian a continuation? Incense? I finally met a girl I like now, but you said no even before I saw her? "
The original Murong Mian was a person who loved sports and adventures. Such people generally had undecided temperaments. Although he had two girlfriends, they did not last long. Murong Zhihong had a very good relationship with his biological son. She always said that she hoped he could settle down soon, get married, and inherit the family business.
He patted Murong Zhihong's hand and said: "Father, please don't be anxious now, okay? Your body can't be rushed. When I bring her here tomorrow, can you at least take a look? Okay?"
Murong Zhihong's face turned pale, and he held Murong Mian's hand tightly in congratulations: "No... you... want to marry... you want to marry..."
Murong Mian didn't want to hear what he had to say, so she said, "Father, I'm already married. Maybe Mianmian already has my child in her belly. I don't want you to have any regrets. I hope you can at least see it." One look at your grandson or granddaughter…”
Murong Zhihong opened his mouth, and you could hear the dull sound of his breathing. His eyes kept rolling up, and the data on the instruments next to him began to become disordered, "I... I..."
He wanted to speak, but unfortunately he couldn't. Murong Mian hurriedly rang the bell and called the doctor.
Soon, doctors and nurses came over one after another, injected Murong Zhihong with an injection, and rescued him before something serious happened.
Murong Mian said: "Father, please have a good rest. I will not leave when I come back. I will be here to accompany you every day..."
Murong Zhihong wanted to speak, but the injection the doctor had just injected had already taken effect. He couldn't hold on anymore and closed his eyes.
Murong Mian asked the doctor: "How is my father's health?"
The doctor hesitated for a moment: "Master Randy, to put it bluntly, your father's health has always been in poor condition. We originally predicted that he would not survive more than three months, but he is very tenacious and has a strong will to survive. Therefore, from now on, Judging from the current situation, although it is not good, it should still be able to survive for a while,"
The doctor was already trying his best to put it nicely. Murong Zhihong's health was really bad, but he was rich and he didn't want to die, so he was rescued time after time after being critically ill.