Rebirth of the Giants: The Return of the Devil's Daughter

Grandpa was sent to the intensive care unit. Wen Xinya stood in front of the transparent floor-to-ceiling windows of the intensive care unit, and looked at him lying on the bed, lifeless, like a dying grandfather. Her nose was sour and she couldn't help crying. Grandpa looked like , who is more than ten years older than before, and the healthy and healthy appearance after careful nursing in the past has disappeared from his body.

With gray hair and a pale and haggard face, she looked like the last time she saw her grandfather before his death in the previous life.

For Grandpa, this first aid was also a life-and-death struggle!

"Grandpa..." Her nose was sour and her throat choked.

Grandpa has already had a very difficult life, and he never expected to suffer from serious illness.

At this time, Du Shinan walked over with a tired face.

When Wen Xinya saw her most beloved Grandpa Du, she immediately cried even more sadly, like a wronged girl: "Grandpa Du, my grandfather..."

Although the doctor said that grandpa was temporarily out of danger, she was still a little uncertain.

Du Shinan patted her on the shoulder and said, "Don't worry, your grandfather will be fine with me."

In this first aid, his acupuncture and moxibustion techniques of traditional Chinese medicine and first aid techniques played a key role in the first aid. Facts have proved that the combined treatment of traditional Chinese medicine and western medicine can sometimes have unexpected effects, which also made him feel better. He has more confidence in Mo Gong's illness.

Wen Xinya's hanging heart finally let go of most of it. Although traditional Chinese medicine is conservative, it has a more thorough understanding of the human body structure, while Western medicine is more cautious in understanding the vital signs of the human body. At this time, Grandpa Du said, then It proves that one of Grandpa's legs has been pulled away from the gate of hell.

Mo Gong was temporarily out of danger, and Xu Chenyu couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, truly feeling the touch and joy that came from life.

"God bless Mr. Mo is finally fine." Xu Tongxuan wept with joy, clasped her hands together, and made a thankful appearance.

After Mo Gong's accident, Xu Tongxuan's mood also experienced ups and downs. At this time, Mo Gong was temporarily out of danger, and she couldn't help feeling grateful in her heart.

Du Ruo couldn't help laughing through his tears: "Grandpa Mo is the best person in the world, and I knew that Grandpa Mo would be fine."

Du Ruo has a simple personality. She always believed that people like Grandpa Mo would live to be a hundred years old. Even when Grandpa Mo was critically ill, she never wavered from this idea.

Ye Feiyu took Wen Wenya's hand, and the hands were finally not as cold as the ones she had held before: "Thank God, Mo Gong is indeed a lucky man with his own face."

Because Ye Feiyu got to know Wen Xinya, and because she herself studies the Department of History which is closely related to ancient culture, she has received a lot of guidance from Mr. Mo over the years, so she has benefited a lot. She also has teachers and students from Mr. Mo. Friendship.

Zhou Tianyu stepped forward to hug Wen Xinya, his voice choked with sobs: "Xinya, although Mo Gong is out of danger for the time being, I believe he will be fine, don't worry too much, take care of yourself."

In just seven hours, everyone could see what kind of grief Xinya had experienced. They were all worried that if Mo Gong couldn't make it through, Xinya would not be able to bear such a huge blow.

Du Ruoxin, who had been silent all this time, also showed a smile on his icy face, looked at Wen Xinya, and solemnly said: "Take care of yourself, you are Mo Gong's only family member, and you are his spiritual pillar."

Wen Xinya felt the care and comfort from her friends, and was very moved: "Thank you!"

Thank you for always being by my side when I was most helpless.

Thank you for always being by my side and supporting me. Because of you, I am no longer the warmth and elegance of the last life where I was alone and helpless.

Warm and elegant heart, full of mixed flavors, perhaps because of her grandfather's critical illness, she has become extremely emotional, and she has a deeper feeling for life, and a deeper understanding of family, friendship, and love .

For all of this, she has a grateful and cherished attitude.

Gu Junlin patted Wen Xinya on the shoulder and said: "We have been friends for so many years. If you want to say something polite, Mo Gong has the feeling of teaching us, and we all hope that he is okay."

Mo Gong is to them, he is also a teacher and a friend, and he deserves their respect, admiration, and admiration!

Mo Gong was temporarily out of danger. As friends, they were happy for Xinya.

Ling Qingxuan laughed and said: "Wipe your tears quickly, but our Si Dashen is so distressed."

Si Jiu had just racked his brains to comfort Wen Xinya, every sentence he said seemed plain, almost every sentence was carefully thought out, so he, a bystander, had to admit that Si Jiu had never been the slightest bit of negligence and disrespect towards Wen Xinya. Negligent, even perfunctory.

Especially the statement about the power of Buddhist vows made him dumbfounded.

Nena, that's a lot of insight!

Wen Xinya couldn't help blushing, couldn't help lowering her head, glanced at Si Yiyan quietly, and wiped the tears on her face with her hand.

At this time, Xu Chenyu's heart was full of mixed feelings, and he couldn't help but reach out and touch her head with his unspeakable complexity, but was not stopped by Si Yiyan: "It's so ugly that you cry like a little cat. Only Si Jiu can bear you, that's fine, Mo Gong is fine, so don't cry so hard, lest everyone worry about you."

The seemingly hard words are full of care and worry for Wen Xin Ya Nong.

He glanced at the man who had been by Wen Xinya's side, and probably understood why Wen Xinya chose him. Although he felt sad, he was not as unwilling as before.

Wen Xinya's red eyes stared fiercely at Xu Chenyu, really like a fried rabbit: "I'm crying like a little cat, what's bothering you? Who told you to watch it, I hate it..."

Wen Xinya's voice was hoarse and choked, as if she was about to cry again.

Xu Chenyu was taken aback. Xu Chenyu, Xu Ershao, who are not afraid of anything, is afraid of women crying, especially Wen Xinya's crying. He quickly raised his hands in a gesture of surrender: "Grandma, I said something wrong just now!" Is it okay? Is it okay for me to apologize to you? Please don't cry anymore, okay?"

Wen Xinya gave a "puchi" smile, her red eyes, and the tear stains on her face, there was a kind of clearing away the clouds and seeing the sun, sweeping away the haze and clarity: "Second goods!"

Everyone couldn't help laughing, Xinya still had the strength to argue with Xu Er, which proved that she was really fine now.

Only then did Xu Chenyu realize that he had been tricked.

The word "two" is the most detested and most unbearable piece of black history in Xu Chenyu's life, the least one of them.

Because he was the second child in the Xu family, he had the nickname Xu Er since he was a child, and he was called away when he called him. Maybe he was called the second child too much, and his character was getting better and better on the road of the second. Far, when looking back, there is no turning back.