Chapter 1177
My Mr. Song is extremely protective!
Liu juntao struggled free from Song Xiangnanâs grasp. âIâll go and call the doctor to come and save him. The old man is suffering from an illness. If we donât call for help now, itâll be too late. â It was a matter of life and death, and he couldnât care less about it. He had no choice but to offend Song Xiangnan, so he gave him a strong push He made a path for him and ran toward the infirmary.
Song Xiangnan felt that something was wrong. He walked into the room and saw that Song Deâs eyes were open on the bed. He remembered that Song de had closed his eyes just now.
What was the situation now?
Song de raised his hand slightly and pointed at Song Xiangnan, muttering to himself⦠⦠Not long after, he put his hand down again. His eyes were still open, but there was no focus in them â¦
Song Xiangnan was completely frightened. He sat on the ground until the sound of footsteps could be heard. Doctors and nurses entered the room one after another.
Liu Juntao was the last to run in. He reached out and pulled Song Xiangnan, who was sitting on the ground, up. âGET UP QUICKLY! The doctor has called for him. I hope the old man is safe and sound.
âWhen I came in just now, he suddenly opened his eyes. I felt that something was wrong. I only realized it when I got closer.
âHis breathing is already unstable. Thatâs why I knew it was bad. â
After hearing the explanation, Song Xiangnan realized that he had been careless.
If he had known that something unexpected would happen, he would have strangled him to death. What if the person was saved? What would he do now?
Song Xiangnan looked at the doctor who was trying to perform CPR. He was nervous until he saw the doctor shake his head. The nurse next to him picked up the bed sheet and covered Song Deâs head.
Liu juntao was used to seeing such a scene. He said helplessly, âthe old man is gone. Iâm sorry for your loss! â
âWhat? â Song Xiangnan regained his senses at this time. In order to confirm, he walked to the doctor. âHow is the patient? Is there really no hope? â
The doctor shook his head helplessly. âIt was too late to find out. The patient must have had a heart attack.
âHe has already passed away. Iâm sorry for your loss! â After saying that, he left. The nurse followed behind him and left.
In the blink of an eye, there was only Liu Juntao left in the room. Song Xiangnan was crying at this moment. He was crying because he was so happy that he almost thought that he was done for.
He did not expect that the heavens would open their eyes. The old man was still dead. How could he not be happy?
Song Xiangnan was crying and laughing at the same time. Liu Juntao, who was beside him, was a little confused. What was wrong with him?
Could it be that the old man had died and suddenly became stupid.
It was not impossible. He had worked in the hospital for so long.
He had served countless patients who had died, so he did not take Song Xiangnanâs reaction to heart.
Liu Juntao walked forward and patted Song Xiangnanâs shoulder to comfort him. âNow that the old man is dead, we should let him go with some peace of mind.
âIâll go buy clothes for the old man. Letâs bury him! â
âOkay. â Song Xiangnan felt that as a son, he should let song de go with some dignity. He took out 100 yuan from his pocket and handed it to Liu Juntao. âI hope that he can go with some dignity. You can buy it according to the best standard.
âIs 100 yuan enough? If itâs not enough, Iâll get you some more. â
Liu juntao took the money and shouted, âenough, enough. Iâll go out and buy clothes right now. â When he reached the door, he turned back. âIf you feel scared alone, just wait for me outside. â
âNo need. Iâll stay here with him for a while. â Song Xiangnan walked to the bedside and slowly sat down. He wiped the tears on his face with his sleeve and sat quietly.
Liu Juntao saw the situation and did not say anything more. He turned around and left. It was already night. He did not know if he could buy clothes if he went out.