After all, Mrs. Murong had lived with Murong Zhihong for so many years. Although the relationship between Mrs. Jones and her husband had been affected before, she also had a deep misunderstanding of her husband.
But after all, she was the closest person to him for so many years, and she understood him.
He was afraid that he was really in trouble today. He kept calling her name while he was unconscious. This was his last wish before he died.
If she went in, it would be equal to fulfilling his last wish.
Then he can leave without worries.
However, how could Madam Murong let him go so lightly, how could she let him die just because he said he was going to die.
He had made her suffer so much, and he had said he wanted to make it up to her, but now he had no time to do anything.
She couldn't let him leave like this, so if she didn't go in, she definitely wouldn't go in.
Madam Murong's face was as white as the wall, even her lips were almost the same color as her skin, her body was shaking all the time, and her eyes were dull.
Ji Mianmian looked very worried. She was very afraid that Mrs. Murong would faint in the next second.
They all stood guard outside the ward. Ji Mianmian looked at Murong Mian, and he patted her shoulder without saying a word.
She hesitated and walked over and whispered: "Mom..."
Madam Murong grabbed Ji Mianmian's hand. She was very strong and held it tightly. She said: "Mianmian, tell me, he will be fine, right?"
Ji Mianmian endured the pain and nodded: "Well, Dad, nothing will happen. He will get better. Isn't Dad always strong?"
Madam Murong nodded repeatedly: "Yes, you are right, he will be fine... He has survived so many critical illnesses before, this time... this time, nothing will happen to him, no..."
Madam Murong repeated over and over again that she just wanted to convince herself, she just wanted to convince herself.
Ji Mianmian's eyes were a little sour, and Mrs. Murong was really sympathetic.
She thought she had given everything she had for many years of marriage, but her husband was lying to her. That kind of hatred and grievance had been tormenting her. Her only son died again, and Mrs. Murong was completely heartbroken.
Now the truth is revealed, it was Mrs. Jones who was behind this, and Murong Zhihong did not betray her.
However, she was afraid that she would never be happy again, because she had already lost a lot.
Murong Zhihong was lying in the ward, and no one knew whether he would wake up again.
All Mrs. Murong's hopes may eventually be lost.
This is simply too cruel for a woman.
Ji Mianmian wanted to comfort her, but all her words of comfort now were too pale.
Seeing that Mrs. Murong refused to go in, the doctor sighed and shook his head, "Master Randy... I have to give you a vaccination in advance. This time... it's different from the past."
Murong Mian nodded: "I'm prepared."
Murong Zhihong has already run out of gas, and it is a miracle that he can still hold on until now.
Today, he has confessed all the things that need to be confessed, and the only regret in his heart must be the matter of Mrs. Murong.
Murong Mian turned to look at Madam Murong.
They say that as deep as love is, so will hate be, and vice versa.
In her heart, she actually loved Murong Zhihong forever.
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I don't know how long I waited, but no one left. The lights in the corridor at the door of the ward gradually turned on, and the sky outside gradually turned dark.
The night has just begun and is still very long.
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