The people outside the door immediately stood up straight, waiting in a row outside, anxiously waiting for a result.

One is the result of heaven or hell.

The door of the operating room opened from the inside, and two doctors wearing masks walked out from inside, reached out and took off the masks, with a solemn expression, and shook their heads at the family.

"I'm sorry, we have tried our best..."

boom--

Like a thunderstorm in his head, Xia Changyue fainted in Yan Chengchi's arms as soon as he softened.

"Madam!" Yang Muya softened and almost couldn't stand. The housekeeper hurriedly helped her, and the two of them burst into tears when they heard the doctor's words.

"I don't believe it! Okay, why can't I be saved? Go back to me and continue the rescue. If my child cannot be saved, I will let you bury it!"

Yan Chengchi held Xia Changyue in one hand, grabbed the doctor's collar with the other, and gritted his teeth.

Rumo's black eyes are filled with red light, like a blood quenched demon.

"Chi Shao spare our lives, we really did our best..." The two doctors begged for mercy in horror.

Yan Chengchi released his hand, hugged Xia Changyue, knelt on one knee with a thump, and there was a dead silence on the demon's face.

-

An accident caused the Yang family to fall into grief.

A white cloth was hung on the door of the Yang family, and even the servants were reduced by half, and they were not allowed to walk around in the Yang family's ancestral home.

Rumor has it that Yang Muya was hit hard, not only was the company in a mood to go, but even the door of the Yang family was reluctant to go out.

Every day, she guards her daughter who is overwhelmed and unable to enter.

Since the accident, one week has passed, and Xia Changyue almost never eats or drinks.

As a last resort, Yang Muya could only let people inject her chicken soup. Otherwise, she would be injected with glucose. In just one week, she lost a lot of weight and looked ashamed.

"Madam, someone from the Yan family has greeted again." Uncle Ming walked to Yang Muya's side to remind.

Hearing that, Yang Muya's pale face didn't have much expression, but she nodded faintly, and then continued to concentrate on feeding Xia Changyue next to her and drinking chicken soup.

Xia Changyue looked forward blankly, but when Yang Muya's spoon was handed to her mouth, she would instinctively open her mouth.

The one who walked in with Uncle Ming was the housekeeper who had been following Yan Sheng.

Also Yan Sheng's confidant.

"Mr. Yang, my master knows the news of the two grandchildren’s accident. The blow was too severe and the condition deteriorated very quickly. Within a week, he had been rescued several times, and finally saved his life. He couldn’t get out of bed to take care of the funeral. I can only ask the Yang family to assist Chi Shao and send the two children for the last time."

The housekeeper said, red eyes, wiped the corners of his eyes with the corner of his clothes, and looked at Xia Changyue who was sitting next to Yang Muya.

Seeing that she was really like the rumors, her whole body was haggard and awkward, Zitong flashed slightly.

"Han Han and Mo Mo are my grandchildren. I don’t need to explain from Yan Sheng. I will also arrange their market outlook appropriately and go back to convey to your master, so that he will be less pretentious in front of me. I won’t take his way. !"

Yang Muya held the soup bowl tightly, turned her head and said sarcastically.

"..." Yan's housekeeper's face turned blue and purple in sarcasm, and he dared not say anything, he leaned over slightly and left the Yang family.

As soon as he walked out of the Yang family's door, the butler's expression changed instantly.

His eyes were sulking, and there was no grief just now.