Chapter five hundred and tenth sick(2/2)
"Mom, how are you doing?"
Song Zixuan ran all the way to the door of the emergency room and shouted.
"Son, you have to be mentally prepared. The old man is too old."
Hearing this sentence, and when he came, Song Zixuan was nervous all the way, he collapsed and collapsed on the ground.
A seven-foot man, if he hadn't been the one he loved the most, he would never have fallen.
But at this moment, Song Zixuan was really about to collapse. Fang Jingzhi... He always regarded him as his biological grandfather.
Soon, Ling Keer, Tang Yaqi and Sang Tianshuo also rushed to the hospital.
The chef gods in the north and south and leaders of the food college came one after another.
Although there were many people, the door of the rescue room was extremely quiet, and everyone was nervously lowering their heads.
For the chef gods in the north and south, although they had too little contact with the old man, they also hoped that the old man could survive this level.
After all, such people are like treasures to the Chinese cooking world. If they really go there, it will be a loss to the entire China.
Ling Zhen patted Song Zixuan: "Zixuan, you have to be strong. The burden on your shoulders is too heavy. Don't fall down."
Song Zixuan wiped his tears and nodded without saying a word.
"Yes, we feel heartbroken when Mr. Ling is like this. We know your relationship with Mr. Ling. Zixuan, you must hold on!"
Song Zixuan took a deep breath, but in fact he could no longer listen to any persuasion at this time.
All he was thinking about was hoping that the old man would get better, otherwise... he would really not be able to stand it.
He never thought about what would happen if he had no grandpa in the world and what would he feel when he entered that old courtyard again.
At this time, the lights in the rescue room finally went out.
Everyone was nervous. They all knew that a word from the attending physician could make everyone here feel like they were all day long.
The attending physician walked out wearing a blue surgical gown: "Who is the family!"
Everyone surrounded him, and Song Zixuan stood in front: "I am, doctor, how is my grandfather?"
"The old man is too old. Although we have rescued him, we are still unconscious now. Fortunately, our heartbeat has recovered."
Song Zixuan felt his legs weak and almost fell down. Fang Rui and Sang Tianshuo hurriedly supported him.
The heartbeat recovered... In other words, the grandfather's heartbeat stopped just now, and Song Zixuan's tears instantly surged like a spring.
"The old man's physical condition is already very poor, and he still needs to stay in the hospital for observation. You can see who can accompany the bed, and there is only one person."
Chapter completed!