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After arriving at the airport, they went through the emergency passage and quickly boarded the plane back to Jingzhou.

On the plane, He Xiangyang and He Hongmei stayed by He Yuzhu's side, not daring to blink, for fear of missing any sign of their father's improvement.

Lou Xiao'e prayed silently, hoping that He Yuzhu could survive this.

As soon as the plane landed, the ambulance that had been waiting at the airport immediately took He Yuzhu to the best hospital in Jingzhou.

The doctors quickly started the rescue work. He Xiangyang, He Hongmei, Lou Xiaoe and others were waiting anxiously outside the emergency room. Every minute and every second seemed so long.

Time passed slowly in agony, and finally, the door of the emergency room opened. The doctor came out and said solemnly: "The old man's condition has stabilized temporarily, but he is not out of danger yet, and needs further observation and treatment."

Hearing this news, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. With tears in her eyes, He Hongmei said to the doctors gratefully, "Thank you, doctors. You must save my dad." He Xiangyang also nodded quickly, "I'm counting on you."

In the following days, He Yuzhu received careful treatment in the intensive care unit. His family members took turns to stay outside the ward, keeping an eye on his condition.

The children are well-behaved and sensible. They come to the hospital in their spare time to draw pictures and write letters for their grandfather, hoping to bring strength to him.

Perhaps it was the love and prayers of his family that helped He Yuzhu's condition gradually improve. He slowly opened his eyes and saw his family around him, with a relieved smile in his eyes.

Lou Xiao'e excitedly held his hand: "Old He, you finally woke up, that's great." He Xiangyang and He Hongmei also cried with joy: "Dad, how do you feel?"

He Yuzhu said weakly: "I'm fine, sorry for making you worry."

"Xiangyang, come here..." He Yuzhu said to He Xiangyang.

"Help dad turn on the TV and watch the news channel of Haining City..."

He Xiangyang was a little surprised. He didn't know why his father asked him to open the news channel at this time, but he still opened it as he was told!

As the TV channel was turned on, a news story about the tide-watching spot on the Qiantang River in Haining City appeared on the screen.

The voice of the hostess of the news broadcast came, "Recently on August 18, an incident of people falling into the water while watching the tide occurred at the Qiantang River tide-watching spot in Haining City.

The deceased was a 30-year-old male orphan who worked at the Hangzhou Wheeldon Hotel.

The body of the deceased has been fished out and placed in the hospital morgue. I hope that the deceased's relatives and friends will go to Haining City Hospital to handle the funeral after seeing the news. "

He Xiangyang and He Hongmei were sweating after reading the news. It turned out that someone really had an accident that day. Fortunately, their father was fine.

However, He Yuzhu sighed softly and said, "Xiangyang, Hongmei, quickly contact the person in charge of the Heji Hotel in Haining City! Go and take care of this man's funeral."

"Dad, what are you doing..." The brother and sister felt incredible after hearing this.

"Xiangyang, Hongmei, listen to dad. After the funeral is settled, bring all his belongings back to me." He Yuzhu said to them softly.

Although He Xiangyang and He Hongmei were full of doubts, they still followed their father's arrangements.

They immediately contacted the person in charge of Heji Hotel in Haining City and prepared to go and deal with the funeral of the deceased.

In the process of handling the aftermath, they learned that the deceased was also named He Yuzhu. He worked diligently and responsibly in the hotel and his colleagues had a very good opinion of him.

Although he is an orphan, he has always lived a positive and optimistic life.

He Xiangyang and He Hongmei couldn't help but feel a surge of sympathy in their hearts, and they handled the matters more attentively.

When they returned to Jingzhou Hospital with the deceased's belongings, He Yuzhu's body had recovered a little and he could sit up.

He looked at the relics, his eyes revealing mixed emotions.

"Dad, now that we have brought all these things back, what should we do next?" He Xiangyang asked.

He Yuzhu was silent for a moment, then slowly said: "Put these things in order, I want to take a good look at them."

He Hongmei couldn't help but ask, "Dad, why do you want us to deal with the funeral of a stranger? And you care so much about his belongings."

"Ah!..." He Yuzhu sighed, "Because his name is also He Yuzhu..."

He Hongmei was still a little confused after hearing this. What was wrong with her father? There were many people with the same name in the world, so why did her father care about this person so much? He Xiangyang was also puzzled by the same question.

After saying this, He Yuzhu stopped talking and quickly looked through his belongings and identity information from his previous life.

He found that everything was the same as when he left, the only thing that changed was that the more than one million yuan in his bank card had been spent and only a few dollars were left! He knew that this money was spent by him in the space...

He suddenly felt that these two lives were just a dream.

He thought of the poem, Thoughts by the Tide:

The Qiantang River tide is unpredictable, and the brush of life and death is heart-shaking.

The same name but different names arouse thoughts, and the relics bring back memories of the past.

Two lives are like a dream, the time passes by in a blur, the cause and effect of good and evil are hidden in the heart.

Cherish the true love in the present moment, and you will see the warm sun after the storm.

A few days later, He Yuzhu's condition became more and more serious, which made his family worried again.

The ward was filled with an atmosphere of tension and worry. He Xiangyang and He Hongmei paced back and forth anxiously outside the ward, while Lou Xiao'e stayed by the bed, holding He Yuzhu's hand tightly, her eyes full of anxiety and concern.

Doctors frequently went in and out of the ward, and various examinations and treatment measures were carried out, but He Yuzhu's physical condition did not seem to improve significantly.

His face became paler and his breathing became faster.

"Dad, you will definitely get better, you have to hold on." He Xiangyang said softly beside the bed with red eyes.

He Yuzhu opened his eyes slightly, looked at his family in front of him, and wanted to say something, but he just opened his mouth weakly and no sound came out.

He Hongmei couldn't help but turn around and wipe her tears. She couldn't accept that her father's condition had worsened again.

The children also came to the ward. They stood quietly by, their eyes full of fear and worry. They held tightly in their hands the paintings they had drawn for their grandfather, hoping to bring strength to him.

However, He Yuzhu's consciousness gradually became blurred. He seemed to have returned to the bank of Qiantang River and saw the young man with the same name as himself struggling in the tide. He also saw his past, the laughter and tears, the success and failure, all flashed through his mind like a movie.

He thought of his experiences in his two lives, the people and events, the regrets and satisfactions. He knew that he might not have much time left, but he felt at ease. He looked at his family with reluctance, but he also understood that life always has an end.

In these last moments, He Yuzhu used all his strength to force a smile to his family, as if to tell them not to be sad.

Then he slowly closed his eyes and his hand slipped from Lou Xiao'e's.

The ward was suddenly filled with grief. He Xiangyang and He Hongmei burst into tears, while Lou Xiaoe sat blankly by the bed, tears streaming down her face.

The children also started crying, and the whole ward was shrouded in sadness.

At the same time, various TV channels reported that He Yuzhu, chairman of He Ji Hotel, who ranked first on the rich list, died in Jingzhou Hospital on August 2022, 8.

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The originally peaceful atmosphere in the space was instantly broken.

The tide of Qiantang River was like a wild horse that had broken free from its reins, rushing in with overwhelming force, and its sound was like thunder and rumbling.

The tremendous force seemed to be able to destroy everything. It quickly swept towards He Yuzhu's previous courtyard and farm, swallowing them all in the blink of an eye, and wherever it went, it was a vast ocean.

In the midst of this raging sea, a dazzling light flashed, and the little goldfish leaped high into the air with the huge waves.

Under the influence of that magical power, it gradually transformed into the form of a young man, with a light and agile figure, and a mysterious light emanating from his body.

He looked in the direction of He Yuzhu and shouted loudly: "Master, you have passed the tribulation. Come with me back to the divine realm to report!" The voice was crisp and loud, and was still clearly audible amid the roar of the tide.

At the same time, He Yuzhu's young figure slowly appeared in the air.

His face was firm, his eyes were confident and calm, as if he had finally reached this glorious moment after going through countless storms. He waved his hand lightly, and his clothes fluttered in the wind, like an immortal descending to the earth.

Seeing this, the little goldfish immediately flew over, took He Yuzhu's arm affectionately, and had a joyful smile on his face.

The two looked at each other, their eyes full of tacit understanding and expectation.

Then, they flew into the clouds as fast as two flashes of lightning.

The clouds began to ripple with their intrusion, and a moment later, the two men's figures disappeared in the vast sea of ​​clouds, leaving only the still surging Qiantang River tide and the submerged courtyards and farms, witnessing this magical and shocking scene.