Report to the president, Mr. Ben Miao does not warm the bed

She stood up without saying anything, and stumbled out, almost falling down several times. When she reached the gate, she finally tripped over the higher steps.

"Rong'er..." Xin Xiaotian walked over anxiously and helped her up from the ground: "Don't worry, listen to Ziqi, what's wrong with Miao Miao, if there is any disease, we have money, we can cure it Cured..."

"It can't be cured, it can't be cured!" Yang Rong shook her head, although she didn't know where this feeling came from, but she knew that Miao Miao couldn't be cured, it couldn't be cured!

Despair filled her eyes and surrounded her.

"I'm sorry." Mo Ziqi said.

He stood still and looked at Yang Rong indifferently.

Although he couldn't blame him for this incident at all, he subconsciously felt that it was all his fault, especially when he decided not to use his own blood to save her and gave up on her, that kind of guilt made him feel guilty. Very uncomfortable.

In the past two days, he left City C and returned to his clan, and he also found many ways, but it still didn't work. She lacked a soul, she was mentally weak, and her body was weak. These were all destined, and it was a miracle that she survived till now. up.

"Ziqi, can't Ziqi be saved?" Yang Rong crawled out of Xin Xiaotian's arms, walked unsteadily in front of Mo Ziqi, grabbed his wrist excitedly with both hands, and begged: "Ziqi can't be saved." Save Miao Miao?"

"Auntie..." Mo Ziqi looked at Yang Rong who was pleading, and did not hide anything: "I have no way to save her. She was able to survive the past eight years because I saved her with my own blood... But, The older she gets, the more blood she needs, I'm... sorry."

To Yang Rong, Mo Ziqi respected him very much, and he said that he was sorry but he said it sincerely, but if he couldn't save it, he couldn't help it.

Saved with blood?

Yang Rong and Xin Xiaotian were both shocked and speechless when they heard this, especially Xin Xiaotian, who suspected that they didn't know that they were hearing hallucinations.

but.

It's all about this.

How else could Yang Rong beg others to save her daughter?She was reluctant to let her daughter have an accident, and she also had no position to beg the person in front of her to bleed to save her daughter.

But... if not saved, what about her daughter?

Yang Rong looked hesitantly at the apologetic Mo Ziqi, and asked, "How much longer?"

"At most half a year." This is still the best result.

And the worst result is that Xin Miaomiao's health will get worse and worse. In the end, she will not even be able to get out of bed, and will be surrounded by pain every day until she dies from the last bit of pain...

Mo Ziqi couldn't bear to say such consequences.

When Yang Rong got this deadline, the whites of her eyes rolled up, and she fainted in Xin Xiaotian's arms.

Xin Xiaotian hugged Yang Rong into his arms and put it on the sofa, but he didn't care to take care of her. He stood up and looked at Mo Ziqi and asked, "What evidence do you have for what you said?"

"No credentials."

"Then how do you know this? How do you know that Miaomiao..."

"I just know." Mo Ziqi said, looked upstairs, glanced at the tightly closed door upstairs, then retracted his gaze, and looked at Xin Xiaotian: "I'll go back first, in a few days I'm going to leave City C in the next day, just tell auntie, I won't come to say goodbye again."

After saying this, Mo Ziqi left without looking back. When he left the gate of Xin's house, he let out a sigh of relief and walked towards Mo's house with a hostile expression on his face.