Why didn't she feel any joy in her heart?
She seemed to hear the wailing of Old Lady Chu coming from the building when she left.
She knew that the crying was real this time.
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"Datian'er, what's wrong with Datian'er? I want to go check on him!
"This is the only son I have left!"
"Oh my God, if you want my life, take it!"
"I beg you, gods and immortals, please spare our Chu family. This kid is the only one left in our family!"
"I'm not afraid of death, I really am! I'll give him my life, please have mercy on me!"
After Chu Yiqing left, Old Lady Chu rolled off the bed and fell to the ground, groaning. She didn't care and sat down on the ground along with her sister, who couldn't support her.
The two old men were both confused after crying.
Their minds were filled with thoughts of going downstairs and leaving. They had completely lost their ability to think and seemed completely stubborn.
But in that stubborn heart, she cried and wailed, insisting on going downstairs. She didn't ask for anything else, but just wanted to go to the hospital to stay and see Chu Hongtian, to know what was going on.
Auntie couldn't carry Old Mrs. Chu, so she first tried to support her and let her bend over and walk slowly down the stairs, but she failed to hold on, and the two of them fell down again. Both old ladies were so tired that they cried and gasped.
Old Mrs. Chu didn't care about the pain in her waist. She couldn't straighten her back, so she hunched over, using her hands with thick knuckles and age spots as feet, using all four limbs.
Stairs after stairs...
On every step of the stairs, there are the tears of the old mother, Mrs. Chu.
She was afraid. She had lived to be eighty, had seen everything, had lived her life to the fullest, but she was afraid of one thing: the death of a loved one.
She didn't dare to think about that possibility at all. She felt like someone was digging her heart with a knife.
When the orderly entered, he saw two elderly people with loose white hair sitting at the foot of the stairs. Their eyes lit up when they saw him, and then the older one asked him in a pleading tone:
"Young man, grandma is begging you, please carry me to the military hospital. My son, my son..."
The orderly looked at Grandma Chu. He heard her mumble, seemingly unable to react, "I'm going to take care of Datian'er. He's my son." (To be continued.)
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