My Mr. Song is extremely protective ( Machine Translation )

Liu juntao struggled free from Song Xiangnan's grasp. "I'll go and call the doctor to come and save him. The old man is suffering from an illness. If we don't call for help now, it'll be too late. " It was a matter of life and death, and he couldn't 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 De's 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 ...

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. "GET UP QUICKLY! The doctor has called for him. I hope the old man is safe and sound.

"When I came in just now, he suddenly opened his eyes. I felt that something was wrong. I only realized it when I got closer.

"His breathing is already unstable. That's why I knew it was bad. "

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 De's head.

Liu juntao was used to seeing such a scene. He said helplessly, "the old man is gone. I'm sorry for your loss! "

"What? " Song Xiangnan regained his senses at this time. In order to confirm, he walked to the doctor. "How is the patient? Is there really no hope? "

The doctor shook his head helplessly. "It was too late to find out. The patient must have had a heart attack.

"He has already passed away. I'm sorry for your loss! " 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 Xiangnan's reaction to heart.

Liu Juntao walked forward and patted Song Xiangnan's shoulder to comfort him. "Now that the old man is dead, we should let him go with some peace of mind.

"I'll go buy clothes for the old man. Let's bury him! "

"Okay. " 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. "I hope that he can go with some dignity. You can buy it according to the best standard.

"Is 100 yuan enough? If it's not enough, I'll get you some more. "

Liu juntao took the money and shouted, "enough, enough. I'll go out and buy clothes right now. " When he reached the door, he turned back. "If you feel scared alone, just wait for me outside. "

"No need. I'll stay here with him for a while. " 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.