Doctor Jiang Struggles To Survive Every Day

   Chapter 1250 Son, I'm sorry

   "Where is this?"

  An unknown force was pulling, so that it was forced to float a long distance in a certain direction. From a distance, I saw two figures standing side by side in front of a cold tombstone.

  One of the figures, although there is a clear difference from the memory, from the back, you can see that it seems to be squatting a lot, and the whole body is exuding heavy and sad.

   But even if there is a clear difference, I still recognize it at a glance. I want to step forward to find out, is it that person?

   Just then, the voice of the figure next to the man sounded:

   "Dad, I've seen mom, you should go to the hospital."

  It may be that the voice is changing. The voice of teenage boys is very low and light.

  However, the man next to him still did not move.

  "Dad~" The boy shouted again, very anxious.

  "You can't leave the hospital for too long, we must go back quickly!"

  At this time, the man finally said:

  "Let me accompany your mother again. In this life, I will bear her.

  If I could protect her well, your mother would not end up in such a difficult situation.

  Don’t think that your mother is studying medicine. In fact, she has not been very courageous since she was a child. I really can’t imagine that, for ten years of war life, your mother and her.

  We have been absent for ten years. Now, we have finally found her and can accompany her. Let me accompany her more. "

  Hiss~

  What else do you not understand?

  That boy. Is Ningning?

   There were some Jiang Tingxu who could not control his soul. After hearing the conversation between the father and the son, he swayed and finally floated in front of the father and son.

  The man in the memory has gray hair on the temples. He looks old like a fifty or sixty-year-old man with dull eyes, or, to be precise, he has no expectations for this world.

   glanced at the words on the tombstone. The most striking thing was the tomb of the beloved wife (Mo Jiang) in the vertical line.

  The time to erect the monument was actually half a month after death!

  So, after his death, this man still found himself?

  As long as half a month earlier, it’s possible.

  That's it, it's useless to mention these again.

  It is reasonable to say that it is impossible for the soul body to cry, but Jiang Tingxu clearly felt a few coolness on his face, and some cold water droplets across his face.

   looked away from the tombstone and fell on the boy who had grown into a young man.

  Actually, it is not much different from when you were three years old. When you were three years old, babies were fat, soft and cute. Now, 13 or 14-year-old boys are growing taller and more mature than they were when they were young.

  Of course, it is exactly the same now as when his father was young, except for the eyes that inherited his own, which is slightly different.

   "Cough cough cough cough." Suddenly, coughing sounded one after another, and there was a feeling that I couldn't stop.

   Jiang Tingxu hadn't reacted in his mind. The whole soul body had floated past. He wanted to hold the man, but he passed through the man's body all at once.

  It was the son next to him, who quickly supported his father with eyesight and hands:

   "Dad, go back to the hospital, I'd rather beg you!"

  Cough after cough, the man's hand has been holding his son's wrist tightly:

   "Son, I'm sorry, it seems that Dad can no longer grow up with you, but don't be afraid, your second uncle will take care of you, cough cough. Puff." A mouthful of blood was coughed up.

"dad!"

  (End of this chapter)