Seeing Tian Meixue crying and wiping her tears, she angrily scolded, "I shouldn't have let my son marry you, a troublemaker and a jinx. You always look sad, quarrel with your husband every other day, can't control your husband, letting him go out drinking and gambling every day. You ruined our good family and you've become like this."

As they were talking, they arrived at the clinic and knocked on the door for a long time before the doctor on duty got up and opened the door.

The doctor was also shocked by the blood on the floor. Seeing that it was Chen Yong's family, he did not have time to care about anything else. Saving lives was the most important thing. After a careful examination,

"He's already dead, why are you carrying him here?"

For a moment, the clinic was filled with weeping and wailing. Chen's mother held her son's body tightly, saying, "Dayong, my son, why did you die like this? You made me, a white-haired mother, send you off like a young man, my son."

Chen's father asked the doctor with tears in his eyes: "Doctor, you are a good doctor. Please take another look. He was still breathing just now."

Brother Chen shed tears for the first time. Although his brother was not very good and made him feel ashamed, they were brothers who grew up together. But he passed away at such a young age and died in such a funny way.

Mrs. Chen also looked very sad. Although she had never looked down on him, she still felt a little sad that he had passed away so suddenly.

Tian Meixue collapsed to the ground crying, unable to speak.

"Brother Yong, if you leave like this, how will my child and I live in the future?"

Of course, she was not crying for Chen Yong, she was just crying for herself. All the pain, torture and humiliation she had endured in the past five years would all be over in the future. She was venting her feelings and was happy. She cried with joy.