Report to the president, Mr. Ben Miao does not warm the bed

The doors of the hospital emergency room opened and closed.

Yang Rong slid along the chair and sat on the floor. Lu Hanfan quickly stepped forward to support her and sat her on the chair.

Mo Ziqi sat on the other side with a blank expression. He just sat there indifferently, looking at the white light above his head.

The doctor came out of the emergency room only 10 minutes after entering the emergency room. The patient had a broken neck and died on the spot. This rescue was meaningless at all.

Watching the doctor come in and out, Yang Rong almost passed out again.

In fact, everyone knew the result. Xin Miaomiao died on the spot, and she was sent to the hospital just to seek psychological comfort. Now that the doctor came out and announced her death, it seemed to extinguish the last hope.

When Xin Xiaotian rushed to the hospital, what he saw was such a scene, he stopped in his tracks immediately, and took two steps back with a pale face.

"Dad." Xin Furong shouted hoarsely.

Xin Xiaotian covered his face and fell to the ground, unable to hear anything.

If Xin Ziwen's death made Xin Xiaotian sad and guilty, then Xin Miaomiao's death made Xin Xiaotian's world collapse.

"Dad, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." Xin Furong blamed herself, she didn't expect this kind of thing to happen, she just wanted to ask Xin Miaomiao to come out to verify, she didn't want to hurt her, she really didn't.

Xin Xiaotian didn't respond to her, he couldn't hear anything now, there was nothing in his world.

After the doctor announced Xin Miaomiao's death, he said some comforting words and left. The whole corridor fell silent, no, it should be said to be dead silent.

Even Lu Hanfan couldn't come to his senses at this moment. Xin Miaomiao died on his body, or brought out by him. If...he refused to agree back then, maybe she wouldn't have died... …

In the continuous dead silence, Mo Ziqi suddenly stood up, and everyone's eyes turned to him unconsciously.

Mo Ziqi walked to the operating table expressionlessly, and hugged the little body that was silent and gradually getting cold.

"Ziqi?" Lu Hanfan followed in, and shouted worriedly.

"Miao Miao, let's go back." Mo Ziqi said to the little body in his arms.

"Ziqi, Miao Miao has already..." Seeing Mo Ziqi like this, Lu Hanfan thought he could not accept the fact that Xin Miaomiao was dead, so he opened his mouth carefully, but before he finished speaking, Mo Ziqi was full of words behind him. The murderous eyes turned back.

Mo Ziqi took off his blood-stained coat, and wrapped Xin Miaomiao carefully.

"Where are you taking my daughter?" Xin Xiaotian hurried up and stopped Mo Ziqi, but Mo Ziqi ignored him and walked past him.

"Zi Qi?" Yang Rong looked at him in pain.

"Auntie, let's go back." Mo Ziqi said, holding his little body tighter in his arms, as if afraid that she would be stunned.

Yang Rong pursed her lips tightly and nodded with tears in her eyes.

On the way back, no one spoke, only Mo Ziqi hugged Xin Miaomiao and patted Xin Miaomiao carefully, as if he was patting a sleeping child.

Lu Hanfan was driving in front, his throat became sore several times watching him, and he almost shed tears.

Arrived at the Lu Family Mansion.

Mo Ziqi carried Xin Miaomiao out of the car again, Yang Rong followed closely, Xin Xiaotian didn't know what they were going to do, his mind was confused, so he could only follow them in.