Not far in front of the cashier counter, a thin middle-aged man was sitting on the ground in a rather embarrassing posture.
His upper body was leaning against the side of the counter, one hand covering his chest, beads of sweat kept sliding down his pale face, and his tightly furrowed brows showed how much pain he was enduring at the moment.
But even at this point, his free hand still tightly gripped the phone, and he spoke in a calm voice, "Whatever you do, make sure the doctor delays for an hour... no, forty minutes. I will definitely get the panacea back."
He said, and hung up the phone with shaking fingers.
At this moment, the salesperson and several shop assistants had already rushed to his side, and said anxiously, "Master Zhong, how are you? Let us help you to the rest area to rest for a while."
Having said that, she couldn't wait for him to agree, and immediately rushed to help the man in a hurry.
The head of the Zhong family only felt a shrinking pain in his chest, and he no longer had the strength to speak. He could only let them half-help and half-lift him to the sofa.
As soon as he lay down he struggled to speak.
But before he could open his mouth, the salesperson spoke first, with a helpless look on his face: "Master Zhong, it's not that we don't want to help you pass on the message, but the panacea in our store is no longer available."
"Even if I help you pass on the message, it's useless. We can't conjure up a new panacea."
The Zhong family head's expression froze for a moment, then cracked inch by inch, and the remaining light in his eyes quickly dimmed.
He didn't say anything, but the aura of grief emanating from his body was enough to make people deeply feel his pain at the moment.
The shop assistants felt sorry for it.
Even Ruan Shaohuai couldn't help but walk over to Sheng Shijing and the others and sighed, "Patriarch Zhong is determined to die. I'm afraid things are not going well for Miss Zhong."
Xie Xihe was surprised by the complex features of the man, half white and half gray, with the white face tinged with a faint golden glow. Hearing this, she couldn't help but feel moved and asked, "Is the Miss Zhong you are talking about Yuxiu from the Zhong family?"
Ruan Shaohuai nodded: "Besides her, who else is Miss Zhong in Kyoto?"
Xie Xihe vaguely understood.
She might not know about others, but she has heard about Miss Zhong quite a few times.
I heard it mainly from her father.
The Zhong family is one of the four major families in Tiandu, and is ranked above the Sheng family where Sheng Shijing belongs.
But the reason why it can get such a high ranking is not because the Zhong family is stronger than the Sheng family, but because of its reputation.
That's right, reputation.
The Zhong family has been doing charity for generations. They always take the lead in every national crisis and are ahead of all forces and people in every donation. The family tradition is upright and has a long history. They are truly a family of wealth and status.
But perhaps this family is too perfect, and God cannot bear such perfection, so he gives them many hardships.
For example, there are few descendants, the Zhong family generally has a short lifespan, and the family ties are shallow.
And so on.
In short, every time it is mentioned, people can't help but sigh.
The fate of their family is very similar to that of the current head of the family, the only daughter of Zhong Yuxiu.
Zhong Yuxiu was only eighteen years old, but she was proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting. She was well-educated, quiet and elegant, and was known as the number one lady in Kyoto.
She truly lives up to her reputation of being a woman of great talent and beauty.
Alas, life is full of twists and turns.
Not only did Fang lose his mother at birth, he was also frail and sickly since childhood.
Due to congenital deficiencies and congenital heart disease, a group of doctors predicted more than ten years ago that he would not live past the age of 18.
Although he managed to survive his 18th birthday thanks to the Zhong family's strong background, he had been critically ill several times within a month of his birthday.
Mr. Xie was one of Zhong Yuxiu's attending physicians and was always invited three or four times a year. Therefore, Xie Xihe had heard Mr. Xie mention Miss Zhong many times.
I always sigh that God is jealous of talented people.
Then tell her that she doesn't need to be outstanding, as long as she is safe and healthy.
Coming out of his memories, Xie Xihe looked at Patriarch Zhong again and understood where his complex facial features came from.
At this moment, the doctor on duty at Jingmingtang had arrived and was about to take out a pill to feed it to the head of the Zhong family, but the head of the Zhong family turned his head away.
His face was pale and he waved his hands and said weakly, "No need to take the medicine. Please help me get to the car."
Pain flashed in his eyes, and he said in a hoarse voice, "I want to go home."
His Ah Xiu was going to die, and as a father, he was powerless and couldn't save her, so he would go home to accompany her on her final journey, and then...
Just as some thoughts flashed through my mind, a voice rang out from the other side of the sofa, saying nonchalantly, "Go home and wait to die?"
The head of the Zhong family was stunned for a moment, and turned his head slightly to look at the source of the voice. When he saw that the person speaking was a little girl about the same age as his daughter, the gloom in his eyes became even more intense.
His Ah Xiu should have been such a healthy and beautiful girl, but she suffered so much for nothing because she was born in a family like theirs.
He was the one who let his daughter down...
Xie Xihe didn't expect the other party to react like this. His already slightly furrowed brows tightened even more. After thinking for a moment, he said again, "Go home and wait for death with your daughter?"
As soon as these words came out, not to mention the head of the Zhong family, even the employees of Jingmingtang and Ruan Shaohuai looked at her with disbelief in their eyes.
this……
Although what he said was true, and Miss Zhong was indeed dying, wasn't it a bit too much to say this in front of her heartbroken father?
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