Avenger's coming back

Chapter 365 Death

Not only Eric, but also Richard and Angela felt the same way.

The two sat in the back seats. Angela looked sideways at Richard with confusion in her eyes. "This morning, I went to the back garden to visit father. He was still practicing tai chi at that time. He was in good spirit. Why did he suddenly have a relapse?"

Hearing what she said, Richard, who had been frowning, frowned more tightly at the moment. "I hope nothing will happen."

On the passenger seat, Eric took a look at his parents through the rearview mirror. He pursed his lips more tightly, with a frightening light in his black eyes. The only thought in his mind was that he hoped nothing would happen. This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

But when he received Jarvis's call before, he said the situation was very serious. He said that he had fallen to the ground for a long time when he found him, and his lips were purple…

The more she thought about it, the more worried he became. Eric felt as if his chest was pressed by a stone, dull and unable to breathe.

When the car stopped steadily at the gate of the hospital, Eric had no time to care about the two people in the car, he opened the door and ran directly to the emergency room.

The emergency room was on the third floor. When he arrived, there were three people in the corridor, Frank, Simon and Jarvis.

"Uncle, how is Grandpa?" Ignoring Simon and Frank, Eric walked up to Jarvis, grabbed his arm and asked.

Jarvis looked serious and shook his head. "He is still in the emergency room. His condition..."

He wanted to say something but stopped on a second thought. Looking at Eric, he couldn't continue.

Seeing him like this, Eric was anxious. "Tell me the truth. You told me on the phone that grandpa's condition is not optimistic. What's wrong with him?"

Pursing his lips, Jarvis glanced at Simon and Frank who were standing aside with the same serious face. Then he looked at Eric and said in a low voice, "It's hard to say."

He was in danger…

Eric staggered and almost lost his balance, but soon he steadied himself. He looked up subconsciously at the emergency room with the light on, took a deep breath and adjusted his state of mind.

Then he turned to Jarvis and asked, "Where was grandpa when you found him?"

"In the aisle from the back garden to the front hall." Jarvis answered truthfully, "I took the medicine to look for him. I didn't expect… I saw him lying on the ground with his hands on his chest. His face was pale and his lips were purple. At that time, I knew that the situation was not good, so I took emergency measures, but found that it was useless. So I called someone. It happened to be..."

He glanced at Simon and Frank, and said, "They are also here, so they drove the car and sent him here immediately."

Following Jarvis's gaze, Eric looked at his father and son and asked Jarvis, "Do you know why grandpa's illness suddenly occurred?"

Jarvis shook his head and said, "I don't know what's going on. But if him hadn't been stimulated, he wouldn't have had a relapse."

Hearing this, Eric frowned more tightly, and the look in his black eyes became more and more gloomy. Grandpa's illness this time must not be a coincidence.

At this time, Richard and Angela, who were left behind by Eric, came over. The two of them ran a little breathless. Just like before, they also went straight to Jarvis, completely ignoring Simon and Frank.

"What's going on now?" It was asked by Richard. He looked back and forth between Jarvis and Eric.

Angela also stared at the two men, panting, waiting for their answer.

"He..." As soon as Jarvis spoke, the door of the emergency room was opened. Two nurses pushed the operating trolley out, followed by a doctor who looked more than 50 years old and an assistant to a younger doctor. The two of them were wearing white coats and masks.

On the operation trolley, the person lying on it couldn't see any part of his body, but was covered by a white cloth from beginning to end.

Everyone's eyes were attracted. When they saw the situation on the cart, needless to say, it was clear.

Jarvis had already known what was going on in his mind, so what he saw at the moment was within his expectations.

Eric's eyes widened. Although Jarvis had warned him, he still found it hard to accept the current situation.

The unprepared Richard and Angela couldn't believe what they saw in front of them. They couldn't stand on their feet at all and took a few steps back. It was not until they retreated to the wall that they barely stood firm with their backs against the wall that their faces turned pale in an instant.

Angela didn't know what to do for a moment. She just felt her ears ringing and her body shaking. Fortunately, she was held up by Eric, who was standing beside her.

Suppressing the grief in her heart, Eric forced herself to face it calmly.

At this time, Simon and Frank had run to the two sides of the operation cart, one on the left and the other on the right.

Simon lifted the white cloth and looked at the person lying on it sadly, with tears in his eyes. "How could this be? Dad, wake up. Open your eyes and have a look, okay? Why did you leave so easily?"

"Grandpa..." Frank also began to cry. He grabbed Wayne's lifeless hand lying on the cart and said, "Grandpa, wake up. I promise I'll make mistakes again and won't do anything to make you angry. Wake up, okay?"

At this moment, the father and son's crying could be said to be shocking, making loud noise in the corridor.

In this sorrowful cry, Richard finally sobered up. He turned his head to look at the direction of the cart. At this time, the two nurses who had pushed the cart had silently stood aside. Their faces became a little silent, and their eyes were also red.

The two doctors took off their masks and looked at the scene seriously.

After calming himself down, he walked over with heavy steps. The closer he got to the operating trolley, the more uncomfortable he felt. His throat and hair were tight, and his nose was sour.

One step, two steps, three steps… Finally, when he was only half a step away from the cart, he stopped and looked blankly at the man lying on the cart with a pale face. Suddenly, his eyes turned red.

His throat was so sore that he couldn't say a word. Therefore, he just looked at the cart with red eyes.

At this moment, Eric held Angela's arm and walked towards the direction of the cart. Angela had already become a tearful person. Although she didn't cry out, it was more painful for her to cry in such a low voice than crying out loud.

Eric pressed his thin lips tightly. His eyes were red, but at the same time, there was an incomprehensible light in his eyes, which was as cold as ice, making people tremble with cold, but dare not look straight at him.

For a moment, the corridor was filled with sadness. Even the doctors and nurses who had been used to life and death, could not help but feel sad for them when they saw this scene.

At this time, the more than 50 year old doctor walked forward and slightly bent down, as if he was respectful to the deceased. Then he stood straight and said to the crowd, "I'm sorry for my loss. We have tried our best. The patient had a heart attack and found it too late, which delayed the emergency treatment."

Eric still kept sober and said to the doctor, "Thank you."

"As the younger generation, you should have known that the elderly have a heart disease." The doctor continued, with a hint of blame in his tone, "He can't be stimulated, and you should also know that if you pay more attention, such a thing won't happen today. Because of the stimulation, his heart beat abnormally, causing myocardial infarction, and that's why such a cup thing happened."

Hearing this, Eric was completely awake. He looked at the doctor with burning eyes, "Do you mean that my grandfather must have been stimulated before he died?"

"Is it necessary for me to lie to you?" The doctor said unhappily.

"I didn't mean that. Thank you, doctor." Eric seemed to be very sincere, but the coldness in his black eyes became more and more serious.

He had just asked Jarvis his grandfather would not have a relapse if he hadn't been stimulated. But his answer was not very sure, and the answer was the same as the doctor's.

It could be imagined that grandpa had been greatly stimulated before he died, but he did not know what kind of stimulation he had been stimulated, or who had been stimulated.

The doctor looked at him and his expression softened a lot. "Rest in peace for the deceased. Prepare for his funeral."

Then the doctor turned around and left.

"Doctor, wait a minute." Eric suddenly stopped the doctor. When the doctor turned around to look at him, he said, "I want to leave my grandfather's real body in the morgue for two days, okay?"

The doctor looked at him strangely. Normally, few people would make such a request, but he still nodded and said, "Okay, you need to go through the relevant procedures."

"Okay, I'll do it." Eric nodded.

After the doctor left, Eric turned to look at Jarvis and said, "Please help me go through the formalities."

Confused as Jarvis was, he nodded and asked a nurse to take him to go through the formalities.

Simon, who had been crying loudly before, suddenly raised his head and looked at Eric, with a pair of red and swollen eyes full of blame. "Eric, you are so thoughtless, aren't you? How can you let grandpa go into the cold morgue?"

Eric looked at him calmly. "Now it's near early summer. The corpse is put outside, which is easy to rot. Besides, grandpa's affairs can't be finished in a day or two. We need to prepare a lot of things, so I plan to let grandpa's corpse stay in the morgue for two days first, so at least it can ensure that the corpse doesn't rot so fast."

An unnatural look flashed across Simon's face, but he couldn't find any words to say, because what Eric said was very reasonable.