"Call people? Call, call whoever comes, nobody will be willing to..." The nurse told the truth, who would kiss an old man, and there was something unclean on his lips, nausea to death.

"Hu-Hu". At this time, Moyu's breathing became more and more urgent, more and more difficult, and his body trembled more and more.

"Ah, he's dying, you give him artificial breathing, otherwise, it's too late!" The nurse said quickly that she could not do it anyway.

"This..." Murong was speechless. But looking at Moyu, it seems that it is really no good. "Kuan Er, you, you go quickly!"

"Ah, Dad. You let me..."

"Yeah, aren't you the one...