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

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

He kowtowed heavily, then raised his head quickly, and kowtowed down again. The kowtow was completely desperate. Viscous blood flowed from his forehead and flowed down to his eyes, which was shocking.

However, even if Yang Rong's forehead was covered with blood, the tightly closed door did not open.

Xin Xiaotian's heart had sunk to the bottom of the valley, and his feet seemed to weigh a thousand catties. He slowly walked up to Yang Rong, helped Yang Rong who kowtowed to death, and pulled her into his arms little by little.

Yang Rong looked at him with despair in her eyes, and wept loudly: "Xiaotian, Miaomiao..."

"Rong'er, let's go to the hospital, don't beg him anymore." Xin Xiaotian's voice was so hoarse that he could hardly utter a sound.

He was as desperate as Yang Rong in his heart, and he knew the reason why Mo Ziqi didn't open the door. He wanted to use blood to save his daughter. No, it was not saving, but a short life extension. His own life was in danger, and some close relatives might not be willing. He resented Mo Ziqi in his heart, but he had no position to blame.

"The doctor can't cure, they can't cure my Miao Miao! They really can't save Miao Miao!" Yang Rong cried, so desperate, the pain from her heart numb her limbs.

Yes.

Doctors can't help it.

Xin Xiaotian was also desperate, he tightened his arms and burst into tears.

And at this time in the villa.

Mo Ziqi sat on the sofa expressionlessly, his hands beside him were clenched into fists, his knuckles turned white, and his fingertips were pinched into his palms, drips of red liquid fell on the white floor, forming a A little river of blood.

These are all physical injuries, but his heart...

"Master?"

Hearing the weeping pleadings from outside, Steward Xu couldn't turn a blind eye, and he didn't know what happened, so he could only look at Mo Ziqi cautiously, hoping that he could stand up and open the door.

But Mo Ziqi didn't seem to hear his voice, and sat there with a blank expression on his face, seemingly unmoved by the sound outside.

But—how could it be unaffected?

As long as it is an individual, it will feel.

Mo Ziqi looked normal at first glance, but if you observe carefully, you will find that his body is actually trembling.

"Ziqi, Ziqi, Auntie please, please, don't do this, don't do this, can you save her this time, just this time! I beg you, Auntie can give you this life ,please!"

All these pleadings hit his heart, making blood holes one after another, making him uncomfortable and painful.

His eyes also became bloodshot with these pleadings, and they were all red, which was very scary.

But, how to save?

Last time, in order to save him, he lost so much blood that his own body couldn't take it anymore. How could he have so much blood to save her with so many illnesses?

Especially this is not saving, this is just using blood to continue life.

Knowing that it is meaningless to do so, why does he still take his own life as a joke?

The pleading outside continued, occasionally accompanied by the sound of collisions, butler Xu was terrified when he heard it.

He glanced at Mo Ziqi, saw that he didn't respond, turned around and walked to the door lightly, turned on the monitor at the door, and saw Yang Rong knelt on the ground and kowtowed to the door, and behind her, Father Yang With a shocked and sad face, he hugged the little girl who was full of vitality in the past, but now she is silent.