Father Jiang embraced Mother Jiang in his arms and said, "My wife is really smart, otherwise I wouldn't have thought of it."
As he said that, he kissed her on the cheek, and his voice was like a spoiled child, "Come on, let's go to the room and have another baby."
Mother Jiang pushed him away with her hand. "Get out of the way, you bastard. Tiantian Yu'er is still at home. She must be unable to let it go and wants a child... Forget it. I'm ready to marry you without having children for the rest of my life. You better behave yourself."
"I think Zhiyu is doing well now." Father Jiang said, like a docile middle-aged puppy, "It's okay if you don't have a baby. I'll go back to my room."
Mother Jiang looked very happy. "Okay, I'll do as you say..."
The heating in the house was turned on very high and there was no cold air outside at all.
The ground was covered with heavy snow. The cleaning lady was wearing warm clothes and using a bamboo broom to clean the thick snow on the ground.
There was frantic banging on the bedroom door.
There were rapid knocking sounds.
"Fish, fish, wake up, wake up!" It was Jiang's mother's voice, and it seemed to have a hint of tears in it.
Jiang Zhiyu had never seen Jiang's mother like this before.
Sigh~
He got up from the bed and walked to the door. He opened the door and looked at Jiang's mother, whose face was covered with tears, and asked with concern, "What's wrong?"
"Your dad, he, your dad, he seems to be dying."
???
"What do you mean he's dying? He was fine yesterday." Upon hearing the news, Jiang Zhiyu hurried to their room to find out what was going on.
You don’t know until you see it, and it’s really shocking.
I saw that Mr. Jiang was covered tightly with a quilt, his gray temples were covered with cold sweat, and he was shaking constantly.
"Call an ambulance, call an ambulance."
She rushed back to the room, picked up her cell phone and dialed 120.
The ambulance arrived about five minutes later, and Mr. Jiang was carried on a stretcher.
She got into the car with Jiang's mother. The ambulance drove very fast and all the cars on the street politely gave way.
After the doctor took Jiang's father's blood pressure, he looked bitter and said to the driver in front, "Drive faster!" Then he said to Jiang Zhiyu with a serious expression, "Your father is dying." Then he took out a critical illness notice and handed it to her.
Jiang Zhiyu had experienced this kind of scene before, but she was the protagonist.
Although Father Jiang had nothing to do with her essentially, she had long regarded Father Jiang as her own relative. Father Jiang was a very good person, and she had been very happy as his daughter. She didn't want anything to happen to her father from the bottom of her heart.
Finally arriving at the hospital, Jiang's father grabbed her hand before she was sent to the ICU emergency room and said, "Yu'er, I don't want you to transfer schools, ahem... ahem... Dad hopes you can go back to your original school and study hard... After all, you stayed in your previous school for such a long time..."
As soon as he finished speaking, several doctors and nurses came and pushed Jiang's father in together.
"Old Jiang, wuwuwuwuwu." Mother Jiang covered her mouth and screamed heartbreakingly, as if Father Jiang would really not live long.
. . . .
Worry was written all over her face, and there were wails coming from her iuc...
“Ah…it hurts…Ah…it hurts…”
There is another face underneath the wailing.
Mr. Jiang was sitting with his legs crossed, wearing a hospital gown and eating a banana. He didn't look like a patient at all.
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