1847 He still left in the end

Ji Mianmian was wearing Murong Mian's jacket, which had fallen to the ground.

She felt that the doctor's voice seemed to be very far away. She saw his mouth move, but she couldn't hear him speak.

"It's already a miracle that he's been able to hold on until now. In addition, yesterday, he forced us to increase the dosage and insisted on announcing his will. In fact, his body couldn't take the drug anymore. Now ... We can't do anything about it. My condolences!"

The doctor bowed to them.

Murong Zhihong's vital signs had completely disappeared. He had endured so many times, but he had not made it through this time.

Ji Mianmian turned to look at Murong Mian. His expression was calm and collected, as if this was already a predetermined outcome. There was nothing strange about it, and there was no need to be sad.

Murong Zhihong's life and death did not matter to them.

However, after all, he was an old man whom she had spent some time with. He was not evil. On the contrary, he was actually a very kind person. It was just that he was a little too soft-hearted and muddled.

Ji Mianmian had never hated him, but she did not feel good when an old man like him suddenly died just like that.

Previously, Ji Mianmian always felt that the old man seemed to be very strong. He had been resuscitated a few times and should be fine this time.

However, who would have thought that he would not always be so lucky?

In fact, not all people were like this. The world was ever-changing, and life was unpredictable. Who would close their eyes today, and who would open them tomorrow?

Ji Mianmian's heart ached. She curled her lips and was about to say something when suddenly, she heard exclamations."Madam, Madam ..."

Ji Mianmian quickly turned around, only to see that Madam Murong had already collapsed.

After Madam Murong, who had been silent the entire night, heard the news, she could not hold on and fainted.

Ji Mianmian could not care less about her shock as she quickly went to help Madam Murong up. Her hands and feet were cold and her breathing was weak. Ji Mianmian was shocked and cried out,""Quick, doctor, come and take a look."

The doctor quickly asked the nurse to help Madam Murong into the ward. After examining her, he gave her an injection.

The doctor said,"Madam fainted because she was too upset and sad. The injection has a calming effect. I hope she can rest well."

"Thank you, doctor," Murong Mian said.

He had not slept for the entire night, so his eyes were bloodshot, his voice was hoarse, and he looked Haggard.

The doctor actually felt that it was strange. Why did Landy, his son, not seem particularly sad when his biological father died?

However, seeing how Haggard he looked, the doctor thought that he had probably expected his father's reaction. His mother would definitely be heartbroken. If he collapsed, wouldn't the Murong family be in chaos?

Thinking about it this way, the doctor felt that the young man in front of him was quite responsible and looked at the big picture. He suppressed the sadness of his father's death and supported the big picture. It was really not bad.

If Murong Mian knew what the doctor was thinking, she would definitely say,"You're thinking too much.

The doctor sighed and said,"don't be too sad, young master Landy. After all, Sir's body is too weak. To put it bluntly, leaving is also a release for him. Please arrange his funeral."

"I know," Murong Mian nodded,"I'll make the arrangements. "