Mo Yang reluctantly agreed to his request.
It was already eleven o'clock when the matter was over. Mo Yang went to her room to take a shower. When she came out, she saw Mo Suixin sitting on the sofa next to the bed in a pair of trousers, holding his heart with his hand, frowning, and looking a little uncomfortable.
Mo Yang was a little worried about him, so she asked him, "Sui Xin, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?"
Mo Suixin lowered his head and said in a painful tone, "Yang'er, my heart hurts so much..." With waves of cramps, Mo Suixin suspected he was having a myocardial infarction. He said, "Hurry up and call Dad to come!"
Mo Yang was startled. "Angina? Is it serious?"
Mo Suixin didn't elaborate, but only urged her: "Hurry, call my father!"
"Okay! I'll call right away!"
Mo Yang found her phone, turned it on and called Mo Zhangkuang. But she was devastated to find that her phone was turned off!
Mo Yang's face flushed with anxiety. "Sui Xin, where's your phone? Mine's out of service!"
Mo Suixin pressed her heart, the pain was so severe that she couldn't speak.
Mo Yang's eyes flickered, and he suddenly ran to the window, shouting loudly: "Help! Help! Help!"
Mo Yang's house was right next to Mo Fengying and Song Ci's, and it only took two or three minutes to walk there. Song Ci, Song Fei, and the others were all startled awake when they heard Mo Yang's cry for help in the middle of the night.
Song Ci jumped out of bed in her pajamas, pulled Han Zhan and ran out. Song Fei also walked out of her room and stood in the middle of the corridor. The three of them looked at each other.
Song Fei said meaningfully: "Mrs. Mo is really fast in doing things!"
Before the three of them arrived at Mo Suixin's small building, they saw a graceful figure entering the building faster than them.
Song Ci said, "It's Mo Fengying."
Friday followed the three of them, pulling up his pants as he chased after them and asked, "What's going on? Is Mrs. Mo asking for help?"
Song Ci said: "It's not clear yet!"
Several people ran to the second floor of the small building. As soon as they entered the master bedroom, they saw Mo Fengying kneeling on the ground and giving Mo Suixin acupuncture for cardiopulmonary resuscitation.
Mo Yang stood there blankly, wiping away tears as she said, "I don't know what happened. I was taking a shower, and when I came out, I saw your father pressing his chest, saying he had heart pain!"
"I wanted to call your grandfather and ask him to come down to see your father. But my phone was turned off! I couldn't find your father's phone, so I had to yell..."
"Fengying, Fengying, how is your father?"
Mo Fengying was extremely anxious because she found that her father did not respond after acupuncture.
Mo Fengying had no choice but to give up acupuncture and perform CPR on her father. She pressed Mo Suixin's heart repeatedly, but when she saw that Mo Suixin didn't respond at all, she was about to cry. "Dad!"
"Dad! Wake up! Dad, hurry up!"
Mo Fengying was almost exhausted, but Mo Suixin was still refusing to wake up.
At this time, Mo Zhangkuang came downstairs on his electric scooter. He stood downstairs and shouted: "What's going on! Fengying, what happened!"
Mo Yang ran to the window and cried out, "Dad, come up quickly! Sui Xin is dying!"
Hearing this, Mo Zhangkuang's legs felt a little weak.
When Mo Zhangkuang ran up, Mo Fengying had already stopped rescuing Mo Suixin. Hearing the sound of her grandfather's footsteps, Mo Fengying slowly turned around and cried to Mo Suixin: "Grandpa, Dad..."
"Dad!"
Mo Fengying suddenly threw herself on top of Mo Suixin and burst into tears, crying out for her father. Her grief-stricken and desperate cries moved anyone who heard them to tears.
Mo Zhangkuang pushed everyone away and stumbled to his son. Seeing his son lying on the ground motionless, he knelt down, stretched out his finger, and carefully touched his son's nose.
After confirming that his son was no longer breathing, Mo Zhangkuang shook his head and almost fainted.
Song Ci quickly stepped forward and supported Mo Zhangkuang. "Teacher!"
Mo Zhangkuang finally recovered after being supported by Song Ci.
"My son!" Mo Zhangkuang also lay on Mo Suixin and burst into tears, "My son, you were fine during the day, how could you suddenly... My son!"
Mo Yang also knelt beside Mo Suixin, crying non-stop.
Song Fei and Han Zhan stood behind them indifferently, looking at the family without a trace of pity in their eyes.
Wu Wu was a bystander, and he found this incident extremely strange. First of all, the head of the Mo family was in good health, with no heart disease, high blood pressure, or staying up late. How could someone like him who followed a regular lifestyle suddenly die of angina pectoris?
Also, how could Mrs. Mo's phone just happen to be out of service? Isn't that a strange coincidence?
Zhou Wu secretly glanced at Han Zhan and Song Fei, and seeing the cold profiles of the two great gods, he immediately felt that this matter was strange and worth pondering.
The death of the head of the Mo family was undoubtedly a bolt from the blue for the Mo clan. Mo Zhangkuang experienced the pain of losing his son and seemed to have aged a lot overnight. His hair, which had only been a little gray, turned completely white.
Early in the morning, Mo Zhangkuang sat beside his son's body with an uncertain expression.
After calming down for a night, Mo Zhangkuang figured out that something was wrong.
His son had always been in good health, so how could he suddenly die of angina pectoris?
Several core disciples of the Mo Clan were dressing Mo Suixin in his burial clothes, preparing to carry him into the coffin. Mo Yang and the others were preparing the poplar tree, which would later be placed in the coffin with Mo Suixin's body.
This is the burial ritual of the Mo people. After a person dies, poplar trees are stuffed on both sides of the body, and rice, soybeans and other foods are poured on top of the body, which means that the person will have no worries about food and clothing in the afterlife.
After putting on the funeral clothes, several young men were about to carry Mo Suixin into the coffin. At this time, Mo Zhangkuang suddenly shouted, "Stop!"
Hearing this, everyone was shocked.
Mo Zhangkuang strode towards the wooden bed where he was temporarily placed. He said, "I suspect my son's death was not an accident. I want to perform an autopsy on him!"
As soon as these words were spoken, the whole room was in an uproar!
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