Spoil You All Your Life

(Mcdull couldn't bear it and cried directly, "Sister Mu, come on, really...no...")

"Mcdull, don't cry, let the doctor work hard, I will be there soon."

After hanging up the phone, Mo Zimu turned around and walked out the door, "Brother Ran, sorry, make an exception, I really want to leave."

With that, Mo Zimu walked across the table and grabbed Huo Dongting's collar.

"Huo Dongting, listen to me! From now on, every second, you pray that God will let Yan Lao be okay, otherwise, Mo Zimu will send you to the game, so that you will never drag racing in this life. opportunity!"

Mo Zimu didn't give Huo Dongting a chance to speak when he finished speaking, so he pulled his clothes and left.

"Mu Mu!"

"Zimu!"

"Zimu!"

Several people called Mo Zimu together.

"Brother Ran, if you make this exception, I will be grateful to you."

Everyone heard Mo Zimu's call and knew someone in the hospital must be in an emergency. He Ziran said, "Xiao Zhang, pull up those few and go together."

"Ok."

A group of people, including Shi Changrong, Mo Dongdong, and Fu Xiaoyou, didn't say much. Everyone knew that something serious must have happened to Mo Zimu now, and they quickly followed all the way out of the interrogation room.

Mo Zimu stuffed Huo Dongting into the silver modern, and Su Junmo sat in the car tacitly, holding her brocade box under the windshield, "Zimu."

Mo Zimu took the brocade box and got into Shi Zixian's car.

"The First People's Hospital."

Shi Zixian wanted to stretch out his hand and stroke Mo Zimu's head, but gave up because the distance between the two was too far, and quickly launched the Hummer and hurried towards the People's Hospital.

Entrance to the lobby of the First People's Hospital.

Seeing Mo Zimu running, McDull hurriedly greeted him, "Sister Mu, hurry up!"

Hermione took Mo Zimu's hand and ran towards the intensive care unit, "The operation was successful, but the doctor said that grandpa could not hold it."

A group of people ran behind Mo Zimu, and the sound of footsteps caused the people in the hospital to look sideways.

Seeing Mo Zimu rushing in, the doctor before Yan Lao Bing* gave in.

"Old Yan!"

Mo Zimu leaned over to the side of the sick*, looking at Yan Lao wearing an oxygen mask, and kept calling him, "Yan Yan, Yan Lao, my son Mu, I'm here, you hold on, you must survive. ."

"Old Yan!"

Su Junmo leaned to the other side, "Old Yan, we are coming, did you hear that? Old Yan."

Mo Zimu grabbed Yan Lao's hand and said with tears, "Yan Lao, you are a soldier, and your willpower must be very strong. You have to receive a military medal, and you have to wait for your son to come back."

With that, Mo Zimu's tears couldn't help but shed, "Old Yan, look, I brought the military medal, it's true."

Mo Zimu quickly opened the brocade box she was holding, grabbed a gold military medal and put it in Elder Yan's hand.

"Old Yan, do you feel it? Did you hear Zimu calling you?"

Seeing Mo Zimu's appearance, especially when she said, "Old Yan, you are a soldier," Shi Changrong, Shi Zixian, and He Ziran were all cheered. Shi Zixian put his hand on Mo Zimu's shoulder and grasped tightly. .

"Old Yan!"

Su Junmo grabbed Yan Lao's other hand, his hand was very thin, many calluses were rough, and the temperature was cold, which made people distressed and anxious.

"Old Yan, I am Jun Mo."

Mo Zimu moved the fingers of Yan Lao in Mo Zimu's hand, and she felt it, and said in surprise, "Yan Lao!"

The sickly and skinny old man tried to open his eyes a little bit, looking at Mo Zimu, lightly touching his trembling fingers again and again.

"Old Yan, really military medal, I brought you, you are getting better, I will give you the military uniform worn by the soldiers now, and I will give you the military medal."

Gradually, Yan Lao's eyes closed slowly, scaring Mo Zimu and Su Junmo.

Mo Zimu quickly grabbed Shi Zixian next to him, "Old Yan, open your eyes and see, your son is back, your son who is a soldier is back, really, don't sleep, just look at him."

Old Yan's closed eyelids stopped, as if trying to look at Shi Zixian.

Upon seeing this, Shi Zixian quickly grabbed his hand, leaned down and approached Yan Lao.

Slowly, Yan Lao opened his eyes into a small gap and closed his eyes completely. The instrument in the ward made a harsh sound, and a straight line on the display pierced the hearts of everyone in the ward.

"Old Yan!"

"Old Yan!"

Mo Zimu almost squatted on top of her exclaimed, "Old Yan!"

Suddenly, Mo Zimu stood up, turned around and grabbed the doctor behind him, "Doctor, you save people, save him, I have lived till now, I have never begged anyone, I beg you, save him!"

The White-robed Physician looked at Mo Zimu helplessly, "Miss, he was not delivered in time, we tried our best. Although we also feel that his survival* is very strong, the old man's body is after all..."

"Mu Mu."

Shi Zixian put down Yan Lao's hand, held Mo Zimu's shoulders, and embraced her in his arms, "Mu Mu."

"Zixian, can you save Yan Lao?"

Mo Zimu couldn't think about anything in her mind. She only hoped that she could catch someone, whoever was okay, to save the sick and old.

Feeling the trembling body in his arms, the crying prayers, Shi Zixian's heart is tightened, if he has the ability to bring back the dead, he does not need her to ask, he will save, but this world, people Death has never been able to come back to life, how weak he is at this moment, how distressed she is at this moment.

There were several crying sounds in the ward, and the sad air seemed to hurt my heart every time I breathed.

Shi Zixian wanted to hug Mo Zimu tightly, but she withdrew from his arms and walked to the front of Huo Dongting standing with her head with red eyes.

"Do you know who he is?"

"Huo Dongting, he is the old man you four bumped into by racing in the far city yesterday morning."

Huo Dongting's four had already felt since they entered the ward. Hearing Mo Zimu's words, their hearts sank again. The arrogance on their faces was now completely gone.

"I went to you. I didn't want to smash the car and fight. That was really maddening. I meant to take you to the operating room to pray for atonement, because you cursed him without shame after he entered the operating room. I believe that if you raise your head three feet, there are gods, and you should accumulate some moral virtues for yourself without accumulating yin virtue.

"More than 70 years ago, he walked barefoot on the 25,000-mile Long March, and was shot in the leg, so he would be lame; he would walk out of the house early in the morning, waiting for him to die on the battlefield more than 20 years ago and never return. Son."

"You, don't you have the heart? What would happen to you if your relatives were killed? In the face of a ninety-one stupid old man, how did you get away after hitting someone?"

Mo Zimu's tears fell straight down, and the heartache, she thought, the four people in front of him would not understand.

"After the four of you left, do you know how he got back to the house? He crawled back to the house from the place where you hit, and his blood is printed on the ground more than 30 meters away. It is still there today."

The tears of the woman couldn't help falling, and the other three people bowed their heads not to look at Yan Lao or Mo Zimu.

Mo Zimu stepped closer to Huo Dongting and fixed his eyes, "Huo Dongting, listen! To kill and pay for life, this is a matter of course, your fate, I, Mo Zimu, is about to make it!"

Huo Dongting looked up at Mo Zimu fiercely, and the others looked at her in horror.

"Don't be afraid. I won't drive you to death. I will sue you in accordance with the proper legal procedures. However, I promise that you will never have a chance to drag a car in your life. I will do what I say!"

Mo Zimu fixedly looked at Huo Dongting for three seconds, then turned back to Yan Lao's side, tears falling even harder.

Elder Yan, Zimu's heart hurts, do you know why don't you hold on, and take a serious look at the medal of merit I brought you!

Mo Zimu's hand gently stroked Yan Lao's slowly cold hand, and slowly held it, tighter and tighter, as if this would make him come alive.

Old Yan, will you come back?

Su Junmo held Yan's hand over there trembling all the time, buried his head in the *list, holding back his cry. Regret, he really deserves to die. What kind of dog-shit photos were collected yesterday, why don't you come to see the old man, he came yesterday, maybe he could be rescued in time, the old man would not...

Mo Zimu held Yan Lao's hand in one hand, and took the second military medal in the brocade box with the other. His sorrowful and feeble fingertips trembled, and the back of the military medal fell onto the *, her fingertips. When he encountered the gold medal, he stopped.

There are words on the back of the military medal!

Mo Zimu picked up the military medal, with two words engraved on the back, up and down.

Son, love.

Mo Zimu thought for a while, took out the third medal of merit, turned it over, and took a look.

Mu, you.

Mo Zimu opened Yan Lao's hand and took out the first medal of merit. Sure enough, it also had words.

Mo, me.

The three military medals were turned over and placed in parallel, and a single sentence came into Mo Zimu's eyes.

Mo Zimu, I love you!