He is more charming than Midsummer

At this moment, the atmosphere in the hospital is very heavy.

Mr. Feng was leaning on the bed. His hair was pale and his face was full of wrinkles, but his expression was very kind.

He held the hands of the three children and said gently: "I still have some shares in my hand, and I will give them all to you. You three must grow up well."

With that said, he asked someone to draw up a contract.

Nan Xia felt very sad when she saw this scene. She walked up to Mr. Feng and said in a heavy voice: "Why are you..."

She took a deep breath, but her voice was still a little hoarse: "You can still live, don't give them the shares."

Mr. Feng's current attitude towards arranging funeral arrangements makes people feel heavy inside, and the surrounding atmosphere also makes people feel uncomfortable.

"It's okay, we have to make arrangements sooner or later anyway."

She didn't know if it was Nan Xia's illusion, but she felt that Mr. Feng was much gentler than before. He still had a smile on his face, and he didn't seem to care about what happened just now: "Why does an old man like me want so many shares? Anyway, Sooner or later, the shares must be divided.”

"I have long decided to give all the shares to my children. They are still young and they will be able to use it in the future."

"Actually, Bao Wanting is right. I am already so old and have experienced everything in my life. I can't use so much money, so I should benefit the younger generation."

"But my shares must be reserved for them, not people like Feng Pengyi."

As he said that, Mr. Feng smiled and squeezed the three children's little hands. It could be seen that he really liked these children.

Nan Xia felt sad just looking at it.

She clenched her hand: "Mr. Feng, although the vaccine is no longer available, doctors have taken samples and they are currently studying it. I think they will definitely be able to produce it."

"We are all working hard, so don't lose confidence. Miracles will definitely happen."

"Jingxuan and I have worked so hard during this period just to save you. We really value your life, and I hope you do too. You must care about your life, and we must work together."

"You are Jingxuan's biological father and his most respected relative. If you are no longer here, he will be very sad."

Nan Xia lowered her eyes, with sadness on her face: "The children are still young, and they still have a long life to go. Don't you want to go with them? I believe there will be a way to solve the poison in your body. Yes, we will never give up."

"I'm almost sixty years old. Even if there are new methods, I'm not as good as young people. I may not be able to withstand them."

Mr. Feng said calmly.

His health was not in good shape to begin with. When he was young, his body was severely damaged and has never been completely treated. Now at his age, he cannot receive frequent treatment.

Just one operation would cause a lot of damage to his body, and he couldn't bear it.

If he were younger, he might still be able to withstand the doctors' various treatments and torture, but now that he is no longer able to do so, he feels no regrets.

Even if he doesn't live much longer.

In the coming days, as long as the Feng family can go smoothly and everyone is safe, his life will almost come to an end.

"I don't feel bad at all."

Mr. Feng sighed: "So you don't need to be too sad. As early as the moment I knew I was poisoned, I was actually ready to die. I have done everything I can do in this life, even if I leave now. It doesn’t matter.”

"grandfather."

Yinbao hugged his hand and rubbed it, her little face wrinkled: "But I don't want you to leave. I want you to grow up with me. We still have many, many futures."

"I also want you to accompany me to the amusement park, and I also want you to buy me many, many dolls. You also want to watch me grow up, and there are many more..."

The little guy stretched out his chubby hand, and she counted these things one by one, her face becoming even sadder.

She seemed to want to say something, but because she was too sad, she finally said nothing. She just lowered her head and tears flowed down her face.

Nan Xia stood aside and watched, feeling troubled in her heart.

Mr. Feng has always treated his children well, so they couldn't let him go.

But now that things have happened, we can only accept the result.

Although she comforted Mr. Feng, in fact, she also knew that the situation was very difficult.

In a short period of time, it would be even harder for these doctors to develop a vaccine.

Feng Jingxuan remained silent.

After Mr. Feng said his last words, he seemed very quiet, but he listened quietly, his eyes as deep as the sea, filled with too many complicated emotions.

Nan Xia took one look and fell into his dark eyes. She could feel his huge mood swings, which made her a little breathless.

She knew that Feng Jingxuan must be feeling very uncomfortable now.

But this man is always like this, he says nothing and always hides all his emotions.

Even if he felt intense sadness in his heart, his face would not show it at all.

He's always been like this.

Nan Xia didn't know how to comfort him. She could only walk to his side and stay with him quietly.

No words or actions, just company.

At this moment, she seemed to be enveloped in the man's deep sadness.

Mr. Feng touched Yin Bao's hair and said softly: "Nan Xia, I want to rest. You can take the child back."

"it is good."

Nan Xia took all three children out. After closing the door, she realized that Feng Jingxuan did not come out.

She was just stunned for a moment, didn't say anything, and continued walking forward.

Mr. Feng probably doesn't want to rest, he just has something to tell Feng Jingxuan alone.

They had no communication just now, but now they must have a lot to say.

Thinking of this, Nan Xia held the child's hand and left with complicated emotions.

What happened today was completely beyond her expectation. She had sacrificed so much because she originally wanted to save Old Man Feng, but in the end it was all in vain.

This feeling of falling short made her heart panic.

After Nan Xia and the child left the ward, the ward became extremely quiet.

Feng Jingxuan walked in front of him. He sat on the edge of the bed with a solemn expression. His dark eyes narrowed, suppressing his emotions. He whispered: "Father."

The voice was a little hoarse, very different from before.

"Jingxuan, I can't survive this month."

Mr. Feng sighed. He was obviously not yet sixty years old, but he already had the aura of death in his body.

Everyone actually knew about this, but no one said it, so when Mr. Feng said this, the atmosphere suddenly became suffocating.

Feng Jingxuan's expression suddenly became ugly, and there was a huge blackness brewing in the depths of his eyes, and his voice was so deep that it could almost drip water: "You will not die, even if there is still a glimmer of life, I will bring you back. "