Mr. Rong, please stay. Miss Sang doesn't want to be a widow.

"Uncle Ming..."

Sang Yuwan walked quickly to the bed and called out softly.

Mingyu seemed to be asleep and did not respond.

"Uncle Ming..."

Sang Yuwan sat down on the chair in front of the bed and raised her voice slightly.

Ming Yu's face was pale, like the first snow in winter that had not melted yet, with a barely perceptible chill.

"Late night..."

Mingyu's eye sockets were sunken, his eyelids twitched slightly twice, and his eyes were half open and half closed.

"Uncle Ming, you feel uncomfortable somewhere. Has the doctor checked you out?" Sang Yuwan asked anxiously.

Mingyu's breathing became extremely weak and slow. Every breath seemed like a silent battle with death. There was an indescribable heaviness in the air.

After several minutes, he finally pulled open his eyelids.

"Wanwan, I'm fine?" Mingyu struggled to sit up.

"Uncle Ming, lie down." Sang Yuwan said hurriedly.

Ming Yu still insisted on sitting up.

Sang Yuwan carefully tucked the corner of the quilt for him and said, "Uncle Ming, would you like some water?"

"Need not."

Ming Yu moved his lips, his voice sounded old and weak, as if it had gone through the vicissitudes of time, carrying endless fatigue and deep melancholy.

He paused and spoke again, "You come to me at this time, is it because of Ah Zhan..."

An indescribable emotion quietly crept into Sang Yuwan's heart, as if it was a cool breeze in the middle of the night, silently penetrating her clothes and reaching her heart.

The tightness in her heart became stronger and stronger, as if an invisible hand was tightly grasping her heart, making her feel a suffocating pain.

After struggling internally for a moment, she took two deep breaths and spoke to Ming Yu in a hoarse voice.

"Uncle Ming, I don't want to hide it from you. Second brother, he's missing."

"What did you say? Missing?"

Ming Yu's eyes widened, bloodshot. His voice drifted softly, like the last falling leaf in autumn, trembling slightly.

The tense air seemed to solidify, pressing heavily on Sang Yuwan's chest, making it almost impossible for her to breathe.

It was so quiet that the only sound I could hear was my own rapid and uneasy breathing. Every breath I took seemed like a silent struggle against the invisible pressure.

There was an indescribable sense of oppression in the air, like the calm before the storm, foreshadowing the impending unrest and turmoil.

"He brought this upon himself. I told him... ahem..."

Ming Yu raised his voice, and each word sounded like an inscription on a weathered stone tablet, conveying the meaning vaguely and with difficulty, causing Sang Yuwan to slow down her breathing involuntarily.

"Uncle Ming..."

Sang Yuwan was shocked and hurriedly asked the servants to call the Ming family's family doctor.

Ming Yu pounded his chest, as if trying to break the depression in his heart.

No matter how good Sang Yuwan's mental quality was, he was a little panicked now.

Ming Xiao has not yet been buried.

Ming Zhan's whereabouts are unknown.

If something happens to Ming Yu again, what will the Ming family do?

In Jiangcheng, although the Ming family is not as good as the Bo family, it is also a wealthy family.

At this time, Sang Yuwan would rather the Bo family collapse than see the Ming family suffer another disaster.

The doctor rushed in carrying a medicine box.

"quick……"

Sang Yuwan hurriedly stood up, fine beads of sweat quickly seeping out of her forehead, sliding across her cheeks, bringing a barely perceptible coolness, but it did not at all relieve the burning heat and panic in her heart.

Lan Xiya also rushed over after hearing the news.

As soon as she came in, she started crying, "Master, please don't be in any trouble..."

"Auntie." Sang Yuwan hurriedly pulled her aside. "Even if the sky falls, I'm still here. Why are you crying?"

"Wanwan, I..." Lan Xiya was usually a little afraid of her only niece, but when she heard this, she immediately shut up.

She sniffed and kept wiping the corners of her eyes.

Sang Yuwan glanced at her and lowered her voice, "Why don't you go to the mourning hall. I'm a little worried about Mingyi being there alone."

Lan Xiya slowly raised her head, her eyes still a little misty, "But the master..."

Sang Yuwan slowly said, "Are you still worried when I'm here?"

Lan Xiya felt a little conflicted. She looked at Ming Yu and gently covered her mouth with her hand, trying to stifle her sobs. But the tiny sobs still pierced the silence of the night like whispers on the wind.

"Aunt." Sang Yuwan's expression tightened and she emphasized her tone, "If you want to cry, go to the mourning hall."

"I..." Lan Xiya choked.

Sang Yuwan added, "Go over there and help me look after Mingmei."

Lan Xiya was startled, "Where is she?"

Sang Yuwan replied, "Big brother's funeral hall."

Lan Xiya's breathing stagnated, her tears dried up instantly, and her eyes were filled with worry. "Will she keep vigil properly? What if she gets into a conflict with Yi? No, I'll go over and check on her right away. Wanwan, your Uncle Ming is here..."

"I'll wait until the doctor finishes the examination before going over." Sang Yuwan said.

Lan Xiya nodded and left worriedly.

Sang Yuwan watched the doctor take Ming Yu's blood pressure and heart rate and couldn't help but hold her breath.

Although she was looking at them, everything in her field of vision seemed to become blurry and distant, and the sounds around her seemed to be isolated by a thick layer of soundproof membrane. Only the sound of her own accelerated heartbeat and the occasional faint noise echoed in her ears, adding a bit of loneliness and panic.

A moment later, the doctor finished the examination and said, "Mrs. Bo, Mr. Ming's blood pressure is a little high. It would be best if he could be sent to the hospital."

"I'll arrange it right away." Sang Yuwan's expression froze. He suppressed his panic and spoke in a cold voice.

"Wanwan, stop struggling." Mingyu's voice was a little hoarse.

Sang Yuwan walked over, lowered her head, and softly advised, "Uncle Ming, let's listen to the doctor, okay?"

Ming Yu looked at her and forced a faint smile.

Sometimes a glimmer of memories flashed in his eyes, and sometimes he fell into deep chaos. Those were the endless stories accumulated over the years, and also the nostalgia and reluctance to let go of the past life.

"All of you go down." Ming Yu leaned against the head of the bed.

The doctor looked embarrassed. "Mrs. Bo, this?"

Sang Yuwan knew Mingyu's character, and no one could force him to do anything he didn't want to do.

She took a deep breath and said, "Listen to Uncle Ming and get treatment at home."

"Okay. I'll prepare it right away." The doctor looked solemn and walked out quickly.

"Wanwan, I have something to tell you... cough..." Mingyu's breathing became extremely weak and slow. Every breath seemed like a silent battle with death. The air was filled with an indescribable heaviness.

hum-

The rapid vibration of the cell phone was like the prelude to a sudden rainstorm in the summer afternoon, short and powerful, knocking on the quiet air one after another, breaking the tranquility around.

One after another, the sounds became denser and more urgent like thunder, surging like thousands of horses galloping.