Doctors tried their best to rescue him, but they were still unable to recover.
Mrs. He was exhausted physically and mentally. The reason why she endured the pain was because of her strong willpower, she wanted to see Xiao Qi.
She didn't see Xiaoqi, she was worried about He Yanzhi.
Now that she has met someone, her wish is fulfilled, she no longer wants to hold on, and she can't hold on anymore.
Seeing the kind old lady on the hospital bed, Xiaoqi cried bitterly.
Behind her, He Yanzhi reached out to support her waist.
"Why do you want me to see this? He Yanzhi, you and I are not from the same world, why did you drag me in? What is this?" Xiao Xiaoqi punched He Yanzhi excitedly, "I really I wish I could kill you."
He Yanzhi wrapped his arms around Xiaoqi, and squatted on the ground to comfort her: "I know I'm selfish, but this is grandma's only wish. She has been in pain for too long, and I don't want...she to continue to suffer."
"Since you know she is in pain, why didn't you show up earlier? It's been five years... He Yanzhi, what's the point of you showing up now?"
"The murderer who killed Aunt Hong, he was punished yesterday." He Yanzhi said hoarsely, "What am I doing by your side with the old, weak, sick, full of hatred, and the order to kill you?"
Xiaoqi couldn't speak, she could only lean on He Yanzhi's shoulder and cry bitterly.
"Xiao Wan, I have no relatives." At this moment, He Yanzhi's voice was hoarse and broken.
Xiaoqi closed her eyes, she didn't want to think about anything, she just felt too tired and wanted to have a deep sleep.
He Yanzhi put his arms around Xiaoqi, watched her pass out, so he hugged her up.
Yan Zhen was just outside the ward, seeing this, he quickly asked, "Where are you taking Xiaoqi?"
"If you are in mourning at home, I won't see you off." After speaking, He Yanzhi hugged Xiaoqi and left the hospital.
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This time, Xiaoqi fell into a deep sleep, and when she woke up, she found herself in a strange room.
At this moment, it was pitch black outside the window, Xiaoqi got up to open the door, but was stopped by the man outside the door: "Miss Sheng, Brother He has explained, let you have a good rest."
"Where is he?" Little Seven asked.
"Downstairs..." He Yanzhi's subordinate replied.
Xiaoqi went downstairs barefoot, but saw that the living room downstairs had been decorated as a mourning hall, and in the middle of the mourning hall, there was a photo of Mrs. He. In the photo, she was so peaceful.
He Yanzhi stood in the middle of the mourning hall with a gloomy expression.
Xiao Xiaoqi looked at this man from behind, her heart suddenly throbbed, but this didn't mean she wanted to forgive He Yanzhi.
She said that she still loves this man and hates him at the same time.
As if sensing someone behind him, He Yanzhi turned around, saw Xiaoqi looking at him palely, and said in a low voice: "Why don't you sleep a little longer?"
"I want to go home." Xiaoqi replied hoarsely.
"Okay." He Yanzhi only said one word, and then told the subordinates behind Xiaoqi, "Ji Chu, send Miss Sheng home."
"Brother He."
"It's now." After speaking, He Yanzhi turned around again, looking at the photo of the old lady.
"Miss Sheng, can you not leave? Brother He has no relatives..." The younger brother named Jichu looked at Xiaoqi beggingly, "Please, if you don't want to see him, go upstairs to rest. But, can you not leave here?"
Xiaoqi didn't speak, feeling sore in her heart.
But she still didn't leave without heart, she went straight up to the second floor and returned to the bedroom just now.