Probably because his body was too weak, he could hardly even feel the pain.
It turned out that his wife and son now wanted him to die.
What does all the hard work he has done over the years count
In Murong Mian's view, Murong Zhihong was a pitiful and hateful person. He might not even realize what he had done wrong
"Father, if you want to go, go as soon as possible. If you don't go, just live well and watch me. How will the Murong family, which makes you think that it will decline without foreign help, flourish in my hands?"
After Murong Mian finished speaking, he bowed to Murong Zhihong and left.
He walked out of the emergency room. The doctor looked at Murong Zhihong with a troubled face: "Sir..."
Murong Zhihong's face turned pale, and then, very soon, his hands and feet began to twitch, his breathing began to quicken, and his heart began to drop suddenly after beating rapidly.
The doctor looked at it and said, "Oh no, hurry up, rescue me quickly..."
Originally, he was cooperating with Murong Zhihong in acting, but now he has become a real rescuer.
…
Murong Mian walked out and saw Ji Mianmian standing in front of Mrs. Murong, with Murong Cuiting stepping on her feet.
He glanced at it lightly, and it seemed that after the last lesson, Murong Cuiting still couldn't learn to be smart.
Mrs. Jones, who was huddled in the corner and trying to minimize her presence, saw him coming out and immediately ran over: "Randy, how is Zhihong? What did he say?"
"What Mrs. Jones is doing in such a hurry has nothing to do with you."
Mrs. Jones said awkwardly: "I... I just care about him..."
Murong Mian said sarcastically: "You should care about your own husband. It's not your turn to care about other people's husbands, but that's right. After my father fell ill, the next time you quarrel with your husband and go out to drink, you won't be able to find him." Now I have a man to complain to."
Mrs. Jones looked embarrassed: "I... just regard Zhihong as my best friend."
Ji Mianmian kicked Murong Cuiting away, looked at Mrs. Jones, and said with a curl of her lips: "You are quite old, aunt, how many more years do you want to waste time? There is a word in our country called green tea bitch, which refers specifically to you. Plant a woman.”
Murong Cuiting wailed as she held her stomach in pain. She really regretted provoking Ji Mianmian just now. She had already suffered at her hands.
It's all Mrs. Jones's fault, that bitch, for setting her off.
Mrs. Jones always instigates others to fight, while she hides behind the scenes. After the incident, she pretends that I am the most innocent person in the world.
Murong Cuiting knew this, but she just couldn't hold it back.
The corner of Mrs. Jones's mouth twitched: "Shut up, you despicable yellow man!"
It was she who secretly sent a message to Murong Zhihong, asking him to pretend to be critically ill and then threaten Murong Mian with death. She didn't believe that as a son, he still refused to agree to his father's last request before his death.
She knew that Murong Mian and Murong Zhihong had a good relationship, so she guessed that he would definitely not let her father die with regrets.
However, she couldn't tell anything from Murong Mian's expression, so she was very anxious. When anxious, she would lose control easily, and then she said the thoughtless words just now.
As soon as she finished speaking, she regretted it and wanted to slap herself twice.
Ji Mianmian looked at Murong Mian, then at Madam Murong, and said, "Hubby, it turns out that in other people's hearts, we are all despicable people, right?"