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But judging from the current situation, the Song family has been scattered into a ball of sand, and the old man's sons have been beaten into inhumane ghosts, who else can be called over?The other relatives of the Song family, Liu Boyang, don't know each other either. If the old man can wake up, he can only see him off on his own. (Just read the novel——Boiling Literature————Boiling Literature.huaixiu.bsp; Not long after, two little nurses pushed Mr. Song out of the CT room and sent him directly to the single ward. Lin Zhang, Xiang Dongsha, sister Hu Die and the other five rushed in. When Yang Lin came, the time was too tight, and he didn't reveal the real identity of the old man to the hospital at all. Otherwise, the dean and experts would have come to visit. The dying moment is so lonely.

After the two little nurses settled the old man well, they hung the last life-supporting bottle on him, and left after a few simple instructions. Only Liu Boyang and five people were left in the room.

Looking at the dying old man lying on the snow-white bed sheet, Liu Boyang couldn't tell what it was like. He suddenly missed his grandfather a little bit. The old man in his family was also a stubborn guy with a cold heart and a warm heart. Liu Boyang followed him since he was a child. I grew up, but now...

Liu Boyang sighed deeply, and walked to the window alone, lost in thought, he was out of breath under the pressure of heavy thoughts, Yang Lin and Zhang Xiangdong walked over, Yang Lin handed him a cigarette and said: "Brother Yang, don't think too much. Too much, I know that these things one after another disturb you very much, but there is no way, they have already happened after all, since we have been involved, we have to face it calmly."

Liu Boyang nodded and said: "I know, don't worry, I'm just a little tired from being tossed about, and I have nothing else to do. We must look forward to the return of Mr. Song, and we must always inquire about the results of Song Jiayao's rescue in the other building. Fenghu Anan, Jiang Yan and others took the antidote from Song Yuanfeng's house and sent it to the hospital. The chance of returning to life is a little higher.

"Brother Yang! The old man is awake!" Just when Liu Boyang was too impatient, Sister Sha suddenly exclaimed, and Liu Boyang hurriedly surrounded him with Yang Lin and Zhang Xiangdong.

I saw that Mr. Song really woke up, opened his old and cloudy eyes, stared straight at the ceiling, scratched and scratched out of thin air with a thin hand, I don't know what kind of hallucination he saw, he wanted to open his mouth to speak, but haha Flowed down the corner of the mouth.

"Xiangdong, hurry up and call the doctor!" As soon as Liu Boyang finished speaking, Zhang Xiangdong had already run out.

Not long after, a large group of doctors and nurses came in from outside. Several dean-level figures had found out the real identity of the old man from other channels, and hurried over to visit. Everyone was busy dealing with the old man, and finally made the old man recover briefly. consciousness.

Mr. Song slowly looked at the group of people guarding his bed, wriggled his chin with difficulty, and said to Liu Boyang: "Yang...Qing...Emperor...my old man...I'm afraid...I can't do it...Come here... Let me tell you...a few words..."

Liu Boyang hurriedly stepped forward and said, "I'll listen to you, old man. Tell me." Smiling sadly, he said, "I, Song Xiao...have lived a whole...all my life...I thought I was shrewd...so sophisticated...but I didn't expect...to get old...to be plotted..."

Liu Boyang persuaded: "Old man, it's not your fault. It's Song Yuanfeng and his fellow wolf-hearted bastards who have no good intentions. You are just kept in the dark by them."

Mr. Song gritted his teeth and smiled fiercely: "Don't blame me... who is to blame?...I gave birth to...their group of... prodigal sons..." After finishing speaking, muddy tears flowed from the corners of his eyes, "Really ...poor my...precious granddaughter...Jia Yao...she's only...young...what's wrong with her?"

When Liu Boyang heard this, he hurriedly said: "By the way, old man, I almost forgot to tell you, don't be sad! Jiayao is not dead yet! Do you know she is not dead? She is currently being rescued in the hospital!"

Old Master Song was stunned for a moment, and said sadly, "Impossible...you...you lied to me..."

Liu Boyang said anxiously: "Old man, what time is this? Why am I biased against you? If you don't believe me, ask the doctors behind, they won't tell lies. Jiayao really didn't die, she just fell into a state of suspended animation. The doctor said it was still I'm sure I can be saved!"

"Really...Really?" Old Master Song's face, which had already been eclipsed, suddenly glowed, and he struggled to get up, "Where...are you?...You...you take me...to see her !"

As soon as he finished speaking, he coughed uncontrollably due to too much force. Liu Boyang hurriedly supported him, let him lie down, and caught the thick phlegm coughed up by the old man with a handkerchief. Liu Boyang didn't pay attention Look, but after a cursory glance, it turned out to be full of shocking blood!

After the old man was put down again by Liu Boyang, he actually smiled in despair: "Oh...God... Could it be that I...for the last time...to see my grandson...daughter...the chance...isn't it given... "

"Old man, don't get excited. It's more important for you to take good care of your body. Jiayao has been confirmed to be alive now, but you have to hold on, you have to live no matter what. Do you want Jiayao to wake up?" No grandpa?" Liu Boyang persuaded.

Mr. Song shook his head slowly, and said lightly: "You don't have to... persuade me...my own...body...what's going on...I know better than anyone else...just now when I opened my eyes...I just Those who saw the Palace of the King of Hades...the little ghost judge...are calling me..."

"Emperor Yang Qing... now... I... have no one... trustworthy person... only you... I think I can... entrust the funeral... Are you willing to listen to me... this old man... the last chatter Are you chattering?" Mr. Song Qi Ji looked at Liu Boyang and asked.

"Tell me, old man! As long as you trust me, I will help you do whatever you say!" Liu Boyang said firmly.

"Hehe...you can... put it this way...I ㊊(5) died...to rest in peace..."

"Emperor Yang Qing...if...that girl Jiayao...can still wake up...you help me...spread a word...after my death...the... head of the Song family...is her... All my property...fame...status...belongs to her...one person to inherit..."

"But Jiayao is... young... simple-minded... I'm worried that she... can't take care of... the Song family... so I... beg you... to help her... don't let the Song family... Zhongluo...can...can you?" Old Man Song asked weakly.Saying so many words in one breath has exhausted all his strength.

"No problem! If Jiayao can wake up, I will help her take care of the Song family and become the sole successor as soon as possible!" Liu Boyang nodded heavily!

"Hmm... um..." Mr. Song nodded, and smiled slightly: "Yang Qing... Emperor... I'm about to die... I said... I can't move... You find a piece of... paper and pen... I Say...you write it...in the future, don't let others...take advantage of it..."

"Okay!" Liu Boyang quickly agreed, and Zhang Xiangdongfei ran out to find a pen and paper.

Mr. Song slowly calmed down, and finally said slowly: "If... the girl's life is suffering... just like my old... immortal... then... then... I sincerely... implore you... Song Home...you come...to take over...everything...belongs to you..."

"I'd rather... trust you... and don't want to... be cheap... my sons... those sons..."