Rebirth 78, the beginning of the marriage was broken off by the female educated youth

The whole place was covered in mourning, and everyone had a sad look on their face.

This scene severely impacted Li Xiangnan and Song Zimo who had just entered, and deeply touched Ji Tongxing's heart!

His body, which had just been standing behind the door, swayed, and then his whole face suddenly burst into anger.

"Who!? Who asked you to prepare this! My father is not dead yet, not even dead! What are you doing!?"

His words were so powerful and loud that everyone in the yard noticed the presence of the three people!

Countless people looked at him with sad eyes, and there was a heavy feeling in their expressions.

"Youngest!" At this time, a woman who looked somewhat like Ji Tongxing hurriedly ran out from the side room and shouted nervously.

"Sister, this... this..." Ji Tongxing looked sad. He pointed at the surrounding environment, his throat choked with sobs and he couldn't speak.

"My eldest brother asked me to prepare it. There's nothing I can do about it..."

Ji Tonglan came over, grabbed her brother's arm, and shook her head to persuade him.

"No, there is still hope! There is still hope. Are you guys just going to give up like this?" Ji Tongxing shook his head with red eyes. He suddenly pointed at Li Xiangnan standing beside him and said, "Where is Cijiu? I found the doctor he recommended. I found him!"

Ji Tonglan sighed, "So what if he finds me? Dad, he's only got one breath left! As his juniors, we still hope that he won't suffer..."

"No, sister, listen to me, I asked Cijiu, this Doctor Li, he is doing very well, very well..."

Ji Tongxing didn't want his family to give up on saving his father, so he turned back and ran to the gate. He gently pulled Li Xiangnan's arm, ignoring the surprised looks of the Ji family, and shouted, "Doctor Li, let's go, let's go!"

"Yeah!" Li Xiangnan closed the door with his backhand and followed him forward.

The door closed heavily behind him, blocking out the sunlight and warmth from the outside world.

In front of me is a courtyard with a solemn atmosphere.

The ground is paved with blue bricks and surrounded by winding corridors. Several pots of seasonal roses are in full bloom, but they cannot dispel the heavy silence in the yard.

Several figures in dark clothes stood like wooden sculptures in the shadows of the corridor or at the closed doors of the wing rooms, with solemn expressions and not daring to make a sound.

The door curtain of the main room was lifted high, and an unusually bright light shone from inside.

Ji Tongxing almost dragged Li Xiangnan as he staggered in.

The main room is spacious and the furnishings are simple and solemn.

It feels like a battlefield at this moment.

In a corner against the wall, several experts in white coats with their collars buttoned tightly gathered together, arguing in low and rapid voices, all with furrowed brows and sweat on their temples.

A stethoscope, a blood pressure monitor, and medical records were scattered on the table.

A nurse was packing up syringes, and the stainless steel tray made a slight clinking sound, which was particularly harsh in the silence.

In the center of the room, there is a steel wire camp bed.

The old man lying on the bed is the center of this silence - Minister Ji.

He was covered with a thin velvet blanket, and his exposed face was an extremely ominous golden color, waxy and lifeless.

His lips were a deep cyanosis and slightly open, and every breath he took was accompanied by a dull, hoarse wheeze from deep in his chest, like a broken bellows gasping for air.

His eye sockets were sunken and tightly closed, and his sparse gray hair was wet with cold sweat.

There was an oxygen cylinder on the bedside table, with a rubber tube connected to his nostrils. Oxygen was bubbling out, but it was unable to dispel the deathly aura.

On the ECG monitor screen next to it, the green line representing the heartbeat was so weak and slow that it was almost a straight line, and the blood pressure was alarmingly low.

The air in the room was frozen, heavy and stuffy, making it suffocating.

There were only the sounds of the old man's labored breathing, the bubbling of the oxygen cylinder, and the life-threatening "beep...beep..." sound of the monitor.

"Little Li!"

The footsteps woke up the people in the house, and two of them shouted in unison.

Li Xiangnan looked up and his eyes moved slightly.

"Second Uncle! Doctor Lu!"

The two people who recognized him were Song Cijiu and Lu Dingkun, the chief doctor of the Health Bureau.

"You're here!" Song Cijiu was serving his father-in-law by the bed. When he saw Li Xiangnan, he stood up and walked over, pressed his shoulder lightly, and sighed.

"Second uncle, what happened?" Song Zimo asked with concern.

Song Cijiu didn't say anything, but just shook his head slightly.

His condition made Ji Tongxing even more nervous. He rushed to the bedside in one step. Looking at his father's appearance, his eyes instantly turned red.

He turned around abruptly and shouted hoarsely to the experts, "Think of a solution! Aren't you the best doctors?!"

The leader was an old doctor with gray hair and gold-rimmed glasses. His collar was soaked with sweat. He raised his head tiredly and pushed his glasses that had slipped down. There was deep helplessness on his face: "Comrade Ji, we... have tried our best. Minister Ji has been ill for many years. His heart and kidney functions have completely failed, and the complications are severe. We have used all means... We have tried. Now... we can only rely on his own willpower."

He paused, and glanced across the bed, announcing the end with compassion, "Please... accept my condolences and prepare for the funeral."

These words sounded like an invisible judgment.

Ji Tongxing's body swayed and his face turned pale.

Li Xiangnan and Lu Dingkun exchanged glances several times, knowing that they should try not to talk at this moment.

Next to her was a middle-aged woman wearing a plain tweed jacket and had an elegant temperament. She covered her face with her hands and suppressed sobs leaked out from between her fingers.

Li Xiangnan recognized that she was Song Cijiu's wife.

"Doctor Li!"

At this moment, Ji Tongxing's attention, which had just been pierced by sadness, finally woke up. He hurriedly stood beside the bed and shouted hopefully.

"Only you can save my father!"

As soon as these words were spoken, all eyes instantly focused on Li Xiangnan, the "savior" who was dragged in by Ji Tongxing.

Among the doctors here, Li Xiangnan only knew one, Doctor Lu!

You know, the one who asked Ji Tongxing to prepare for his funeral and issued the notice was not Doctor Lu!

What does it mean!

This shows that even in the Health Bureau, only one doctor with top medical skills was invited here!

The rest are all powerful people who are well-known in the country!

Doctor Lu is just an expert within the organization. Compared with others, he can only lag behind!

Under the watchful eyes of a group of experts and top doctors in the country, countless pairs of eyes were wandering over Li Xiangnan.

There, there was the last glimmer of despair, deep suspicion, and undisguised scrutiny - could this young man in a simple white shirt and with a fair and clean face save him? The top doctors had sentenced Mr. Ji to death!

The tremendous pressure tightened Li Xiangnan's heart like an invisible iron hoop.

Professional people do professional things.

When it comes to saving lives and healing the wounded, a task that requires practice, Li Xiangnan has never shown any nervousness!

Over the years, even when faced with complicated and almost impossible illnesses like those of Zhang Zhidong, Yu Haoran, and Qiao Shanqing, he had never been nervous.

Available today.

Li Xiangnan could clearly sense the uneasiness in his heart from his heavy mind.

This anxiety comes from the person suffering from this disease.

姬！

He closed his eyes and adjusted his mood.

Soon, he opened his eyes.

Under the gazes of all the Ji family members and all the doctors, he nodded slightly.

All of a sudden, there was a sound of people gasping for air.

Almost unanimously, they released their doubts mercilessly...