Allow her to be pampered

In the other side, as soon as Bai Pingting left with Ueno Ichiro, everyone booed one after another, thinking that they would survive the catastrophe.

The same is true for Chi Rong, but seeing her slide into the seat, he picked up a small porcelain cup casually, and immediately swallowed it down, as if he was shocked.

However, Chi Rong couldn't help but relax in everything.

Previously, Master Wu was frightened and became ill suddenly. Seeing that his panting posture was almost exhausted, it must be dangerous.

Now, Mr. Wu is on the second floor, being rescued by Dr. Song Yichang, his daughter Song Xiaoyuan, and a foreign doctor, Mister Sean.

Wu Qingzhi couldn't sit still, but seeing his tense brows, he immediately ran upstairs and didn't meet any more guests.

Chi Rong followed closely behind without hesitation.

As soon as he entered the room, he could hear bursts of low hoarse hissing. Compared with just now, although the sound of breathing had calmed down a lot, it still seemed rough and scary.

Chi Rong gently held Wu Qingzhi, and felt that those big hands that were always calm and perfect were trembling slightly at this moment.

So she clenched it a little bit, and then a little bit tighter, but Wu Qingzhi's palm still couldn't help but feel cold, and finally every inch of it was so cold that it was bone-chilling.

The room was extremely quiet, and when Wu Qingzhifu spoke, his voice was not loud, but it seemed particularly abrupt.

"How is my father?"

Doctor Song Yichang originally bowed his head in front of the window, but upon hearing this sound, he slowly raised his head.

One joy and one sorrow is great joy and great sorrow.

This time, he really couldn't bear to look directly at Wu Qingzhi, so he turned his eyes and said in a low voice: "Master Wu, if there is anything you haven't said clearly, let's say it now."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wu Qingzhi's throat felt sour, his teeth clenched, and then he became dizzy and almost couldn't stand up.

Simply Chi Rong guarded him, led him, and never left him.

Wu Qingzhi thought that he could let go of everything, be cold-hearted, and never think about his father's kindness, so he could take life and death lightly and take it calmly.

However, how can a person be indifferent to the close relatives of flesh and blood when they are about to die.

"Is it malaria? Is quinine prescribed?"

There was no emotion in Wu Qingzhi's voice. He spoke very fast. He first asked Dr. Song Yichang, and then turned to Mistershawn, but no one responded.

In the end, I saw him sneer, his eyes were slightly cold, he didn't know where the smile came from, and who he was laughing at.

Chi Rong said in a low voice, "I'll take Uncle Song and Mist Sean downstairs for a while, and I'll be back soon."

Before he finished speaking, unexpectedly, Wu Qingzhi repeatedly held Chi Rong tightly with his palm, imprisoning him by his side, unable to move even an inch.

Wu Qingzhi said lightly: "They go, don't go."

He hung his head very low, looking at each other from Chi Rong's angle, only Wu Qingzhi's pointed chin could be seen clearly.

At that time, Wu Qingzhi's hands were terribly cold, but they were clenched extremely tightly. For a moment, Chi Rong only felt sadness coming from it, and was afraid that he would not be able to warm him up.

"Chi Rong, don't go. You stay with me, stay with me."

Chi Rong tried her best to hide her crying, and replied, "I will always be with you, and I won't go anywhere. Wu Qingzhi, don't be afraid, I'm here."

This time, he couldn't leave her.

Doctor Song Yichang and the foreign doctor Mistershawn silently exited the room, followed by Song Xiaoyuan, and when they passed by Chi Rong just now, mist appeared between his brows and eyes, and he was very sad.

She could only hear her whispering: "We'll just stay outside the door, and we can just call if we need something."

Chi Rong nodded gratefully, and then approached the bed with Wu Qingzhi.

On that side, Mr. Wu curled up into a ball, lying on his side in the quilt, his eyes half closed, his lips were already pale and cracked.

There were some semi-dry water marks on his pillow, probably the marks left after retching, which couldn't be wiped clean, so he had to leave it alone.

In this situation, it is clear that the deadline is approaching, and the time of death is settled.

Life and death are mostly desolate.

"Father?"

Wu Qingzhi tentatively called out, just this one sentence, but seeing Master Wu's fingertips twitched, it seemed to catch his ears, but it was hard to say.

Wu Qingzhi said softly: "Father, why did you insist on sending me to study abroad?"

He knew that Master Wu would not answer any more, and at this moment, he could only confess himself without any regrets.

"I never want to go abroad... My mother is so sick, I just want to be with her, if you don't have time to be with me, then I will be with you!"

"Father, my mother has tuberculosis and coughs up blood, and I have never complained to you! You are the glorious Boss Wu, and your wife doesn't matter. Work is your first priority!"

Wu Qingzhi almost started to complain, Chi Rongwei saw that the situation was wrong, and immediately wanted to stop him, but Mr. Wu raised his hand with difficulty and shook it, it was okay.

"What kind of fountain pen did you use at the beginning? Why did you want to be a mandarin duck and not envy immortals? It's all a lie!"

Wu Qingzhi's eyes were scarlet, but he didn't shed tears. Chi Rong was startled and could only hug his arm tightly.

"Wu Qingzhi, don't say any more, you will regret it..."

Chi Rong choked with sobs, and she felt Wu Qingzhi's arms gradually loosen, not a relaxation, but a release that took all the strength out of her body.

It was like a catastrophe, and finally woke up from a nightmare, still remembering the grief.

She heard Wu Qingzhi's silence for a long time, and finally said softly: "Father, I will not be like you. I will be a good husband and a good father in the future."

Chi Rong was slightly startled, and tears welled up in his eyes immediately.

Later, on the sick bed, Mr. Wu was struggling to sit up, but Wu Qingzhi was about to step forward to help him, but he was a step late.

Master Wu seemed to have come back to heaven, but with a slight effort, he supported the head of the bed and stood up!

Chi Rong was so excited that he couldn't express it in words, he could only stammer and say, "That's great, that's great! You're fine! It's fine!"

Chi Rong immediately went to pour boiling water, she held the porcelain cup tremblingly, and carefully handed it to Mr. Wu, but unexpectedly, as soon as Mr. Wu reached out to take it, he immediately took it off.

The porcelain cup fell into the mattress without a sound, but the hot water flowed sideways and immediately soaked the quilt.

Master Wu stared at his hand, but then said with a faint smile: "My good boy, I'm out of luck."

Master Wu turned to Chi Rong with a clear expression: "Qingzhi has a cold temper, but I think you are lively, which is very good."

As soon as the words fell, Chi Rong's hands trembled.

These words and phrases are exactly the same as what she said when she first came to visit the doctor.

Master Wu still smiled: "Qingzhi, for my father, I wish you two will be united forever and love each other for a hundred years."

After the words were closed, he leaned against the head of the bed and remained silent.

Wu Qingzhi didn't say a word, and stood at a distance from Master Wu. Chi Rong didn't dare to call him, let alone check on Master Wu's breath, so he could only cover his face with his hands and shrugged his shoulders.

Wu Qingzhi was silent for a long time, and finally, he could only hear him whispering: "Chi Rong, I only have you."