Yian Jingxue's legs went weak, and her body swayed; she was steadied by Ye Xingbei and Han Zuo, one on each side.
The doctor sighed and said to her, "Go, see your grandfather for the last time. He's having a moment of lucidity; his spirits are still quite good, and you have a few minutes left."
Yian Jingxue, crying, thanked him and stumbled into the emergency room.
Seeing the old man lying on the emergency bed, Yian Jingxue cried so hard she couldn't see anything clearly anymore. She threw herself on the bed, clenched the old man's hand, and buried her face in his chest. "Grandpa, don't leave me... Don't leave me, I'm scared... Grandpa, please don't go, don't leave me alone, Grandpa... I'm so scared... I'm so afraid..."
Murky tears flowed from the corners of the old man's eyes as he tremblingly stroked Yian Jingxue's head.
How could he bear to leave his granddaughter?
But his body was simply not strong enough.
