Cause 2

After returning to the ancient castle, Mo Hai received a phone call from Shen Mengyi from the hospital. She said, "The attending doctor just took an electrocardiogram test for Grandpa George and took a blood test. Grandpa George had a myocardial infarction."

Her voice sounds a little hoarse.

She also said, "The doctor has prescribed drugs to dissolve blood clots to avoid continuous heart damage. Now they have to do dissolved blood clots treatment first."

He could hear that Shen Mengyi at the other end of the phone was crying softly.

"Brother Mo Hai, thank you. Just now, if it hadn't been for the CPR cardiopulmonary resuscitation you did in time, I'm afraid Grandpa George would have done it now..."

Yan Mohai sneered at the other end of the phone, but he still comforted him with his gentle voice, "Okay, Mengyi, believe me, the George Foreign Association is fine. You wait for me in the hospital, and I'll be there right away.

"Ye-huh." Shen Mengyi nodded at the other end of the phone.

Through the white corridor of the hospital, Yan Mohai came to the ward where George Jones lived.

He opened the door and walked in.

Shen Mengyi has been sitting on the chair by the bed, her eyes slightly red.

"How's Grandpa George?" He asked softly.

From coming in to talking, his movements were very light, and even when he opened his mouth, Shen Mengyi noticed him.

Shen Mengyi was stunned at first. She got up and walked to him and buried her head in his chest.

"The doctor said that the situation was much more stable, but... I'm still worried..." She cried and sobbed softly.

This time, Mo Hai did not touch her hair or pat her back to comfort her, but turned his head to George Jones, who was lying sick.

Drip-drop-drop-drop-drop-

The ward became quiet, and there was silence except for the regular sound of electronic instruments.

He looked at the ECG monitors. For some reason, the sound seemed to sound louder than when he first entered the ward, which made him inexplicably irritable.

Shen Mengyi was still lying on his chest and crying.

And Yan Mohai stared at the wrinkled face, which looked much older. Suddenly, I felt that he no longer looked like the one standing tall and majestic in his memory.

He is old, and his thick hair has become relatively thin. In addition to the decree lines between his eyebrows, there are also a few more wrinkles on his face. The original pair of powerful big hands are also rough and wrinkled due to aging, full of raised blue veins and blood vessels.

It was those hands... In those years, it was these hands that pushed his mother outside the door of the "Jones Family Castle".

A burst of anger surged into his heart, and Yan Mohai couldn't wait to pull out the life-sustaining instruments and drops in his hand.

But looking at the little woman who was sobbing in his chest, he put up with it. He knew that it was not the right time. He would wait for George to wake up before destroying him with his own hands!!

The usual sunny warm smile became cold, and he stared at the sick George Jones.

George Jones, you are old, and I am no longer the 6-year-old boy who was kicked out of the door crying 24 years ago!!

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