Now, even Mr. Zhao has passed away, and Ye Lingling feels even more sad.

Ye Lingling was in this state of mind, let alone Ye Fengyun.

He hasn't spoken since he got in the car.

Tears kept lingering in his eyes.

Since Ye Fengyun took a special car from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, the journey was smooth.

About half an hour later, the car arrived at the Military General Hospital.

Upon arriving at the Military General Hospital, Ye Fengyun hurriedly got out of the car and ran straight towards the hospital building.

Ye Lingling also followed closely behind.

When they arrived at the hospital building, a voice called Ye Fengyun: "Xiaoye."

Ye Fengyun saw Zhao Junjiang walking over in a hurry. He was waiting for Ye Fengyun's arrival here.

"Uncle Zhao."

Ye Fengyun looked at Zhao Junjiang and shouted.

Zhao Junjiang's face was ugly, his eyes were red, and he said: "There are too many, so let's not talk about it for now. Let's go upstairs and see my father first."

"good."

Ye Fengyun nodded in response.

Zhao Junjiang led Ye Fengyun up to the third floor.

On the third floor, Zhao Junjiang led Ye Fengyun into a room.

At this time, many people were already standing in this room.

However, Ye Fengyun didn't even look at them when he saw a deceased old man lying on the bed.

"Mr. Zhao!"

Ye Fengyun rushed to the bed and shouted.

Mr. Zhao has passed away.

Even Ye Fengyun, who has extraordinary medical skills, would never think of coming back to life.

Ye Fengyun threw herself to the bedside and couldn't help but burst into tears.

Although he had not gotten along with Mr. Zhao for a short time, he had already been impressed by Mr. Zhao's noble personality charm, and he seemed to have become a lifelong friend with Mr. Zhao!

Seeing Ye Fengyun so sad, everyone felt pity in their hearts.

Ye Fengyun cried for a while by the bed, and Zhao Junjiang said to Ye Fengyun: "Xiaoye, come with me. I have a few words to say to you."

"good."

Ye Fengyun wiped away his tears, glanced at Mr. Zhao, and left the room with Zhao Junjiang.

"Xiaoye, there is no need to be so sad. My father has lived to such a long age and has lived a life worthy of the motherland and the people. It can be considered a glorious life and worth it."

When they arrived at a secluded place, Zhao Junjiang comforted Ye Fengyun, who was still crying.

Ye Fengyun nodded heavily to express his approval, but he was very confused and said: "Uncle Zhao, Mr. Zhao is said to be in good health, why did he suddenly..."

Zhao Junjiang sighed and said: "Xiaoye, let me tell you the truth, my father died of heat stroke."

"Heat stroke?"

Ye Fengyun was startled and said: "Uncle Zhao, why did Mr. Zhao suffer from heatstroke?"

Zhao Junjiang took a deep look at Ye Fengyun and said: "Xiaoye, in order to urge the superiors to release Mr. Xiao, my father arrived at the gate of Nanhai this morning and sat quietly in a wheelchair, facing the scorching sun..."

With that said, Zhao Junjiang told the story of Mr. Zhao sitting quietly at the door of "Nanhai" and basking in the sun in order to urge the superiors to release Xiao Yuntian.

When Ye Fengyun heard Zhao Junjiang's words, his whole body froze there, and the tears in his eyes rolled down like bead curtains.

It turns out that the reason why Mr. Zhao died was because of himself!

In order to urge the superiors to release his father, Mr. Zhao actually sat quietly at the door of Nanhai under the scorching sun!!

"Mr. Zhao, why are you doing this! You don't have to do this at all!" Ye Fengyun shouted in great pain: "Mr. Zhao, it's me who is sorry for you!"

Zhao Junjiang looked at Ye Fengyun, shook his head and said: "Xiaoye, don't say that, and don't blame yourself. My father did this willingly! In fact, when you went to Siam, my father had already decided to use this method.

Already."

When Ye Fengyun heard this, he was so moved that he could only cry silently and could not say anything.
Chapter completed!