Chapter 1842: After all he left

Ji Mianmian wore a coat of Murong Mian, who did not know when it would fall to the ground.
She felt that the doctor's voice pulled very far away, she saw his mouth moving, but could not hear him.
"It is a miracle that the old gentleman can support it. Plus yesterday, he strongly supported us to increase the dose and insisted on announcing his will. In fact, his body can no longer afford those doses. There is nothing we can do, please mourn! "
The doctor bowed at them and bent down.
Murong Zhihong's vital signs have completely disappeared. He has survived so many times, but he has never survived this time.
Ji Mianmian turned to look at Mu Rongmian. He looked calm and calm, as if this had already been the result, there was nothing strange, and there was no need to be sad.
Murong Zhihong's life and death are really irrelevant to them.
However, after all, he is an old man who has been around for some time. He is not a big deal. Instead, he is actually a very good person, but he is too soft and confused.
To him, Ji Mianmian has never felt annoying. Such an old man, suddenly, died like that, and Ji Mianmian always felt uncomfortable.
Previously, Ji Mianmian always felt that this old man seemed to be particularly able to support it. He had survived several rescues, and this time it should be fine.
However, who ever thought he was not always so lucky.
In fact, not everyone is like this. The world is fickle and life is unpredictable. Whoever closes his eyes until today can open it tomorrow.
Ji Mianmian had a sour heart, twitched his lips, and wanted to speak, and suddenly a sound exclaimed in his ears: "Mrs. Madam ..."
Ji Mianmian quickly turned around, and saw Mrs. Murong had fallen.
After listening to the news, Mrs. Murong, who remained silent for a whole night, failed to survive and fell to a faint.
Ji Mianmian was surprised and hurried to help Mrs. Murong. Her cold hands and feet were weak, and Ji Mianmian was shocked. "Hurry up, the doctor will come and see."
The doctor hurriedly asked the nurse to help Mrs. Murong into the ward, examined her, and gave her a shot.
The doctor said: "Mrs. was stunned because of too much irritation and excessive sorrow. The injection given to her has a calming effect. I hope she can rest well."
Mu Rongmian said, "Thank you doctor."
He didn't sleep all night, his eyes were bloodshot, his voice was a little hoarse, and he looked a little shy.
The doctor actually felt strange. Why did his biological father die, but Randy didn't seem to be particularly sad?
But seeing him so sloppy, the doctor thought to him that he probably expected his father to be a little bit sad, and his mother must have been overly sad. If he was falling, wouldn't Murong's family be messed up at this time?
Thinking about it this way, the doctor felt that the young man in front of him was still quite responsible. He took care of the overall situation and would be saddened by his father's death.
If Mu Rongmian knows what the doctor thinks, he will definitely say: you think too much.
The doctor sighed and said, "Master Randy should not be too sad. After all, the gentleman's body is too weak. It's not good to say. Leaving is also a relief for him. Arrange the funeral for the old gentleman. Right. "
Mu Rongmian nodded: "I know it will be arranged."