Chapter 472 The Old Master Thins Out

n the Bo family for five years and had never made a mistake. How could Mr. Bo suddenly change his attitude towards herIt can suddenly go from love to hate, then to increasing resentment.Shen Ningran d..."What" The sound over there was too loud, all it was were the sounds of helicopter propellers. Shen Ningran didn't hear Zhou Chen's words and the phone was hung up.

Shen Ningran's face was grave.

"Ranran, what's wrong" Gong Shulan could tell from Shen Ning Ran's face that something bad had happened.

"The Bo family is in trouble. Old Master Bo knows that Thin Ming-jen's death was caused by Thin Ming-jun. The old master will definitely summon Thin Ming-jun to question him. And Thin Ming-jun, knowing his secret is exposed and the old master won't let him off the hook, will definitely fight back. I wanted to go back and warn the old master, but I fainted before I could."

Shen Ningran's heart was pounding in her chest at the moment, growing more and more uneasy.

"Don't worry, I'll send someone to check on the Bo family. Even if Bo Mingjun is unreasonable, he shouldn't harm his own father," Gong Shulan said.

Shen Ningran shook her head. "Not necessarily, Bo Mingjun is a ruthless person who can do anything."

Gong Shulan sent someone to the Bo family to investigate. Shen Ningran gritted her teeth and called Zhou Zhi'ran, but no one answered.

……

and at this moment, outside the hospital's emergency room.

Bo Mingjun sat heavily in the chair next to him, his head bowed with a worried expression.

Zhang Shu also stood aside with a worried expression on his face.

Time passed by minute after minute, and finally the door of the emergency room was opened.

Hearing the sound, Bo Mingjun raised his head and immediately hurried forward, appearing to be a dutiful son worried about his father.

"Doctor, how is my father"

The doctor sighed, his face grave. He removed his mask and shook his head. "He was brought in already gone. We did everything we could. I'm so sorry, please accept our condolences."

The moment the doctor uttered those words, Bo Mingjun's heart skipped a beat.

Grandfather, dead

He stood frozen for a few seconds, reaching out to grab the doctor's arm with a death grip.

"It's impossible! You must be lying to me. My dad was fine this morning, how could he be gone by noon You're all lying, aren't you I want to see my father, I don't believe any of you."

Bo Ming Jun said he didn't believe it, but in fact, he didn't believe it himself.

The old man's body has always been strong, and there was a dedicated doctor at home who checked on him regularly. He just fainted, so he really just passed away like that

How could he feel so unbelievable.

"Let me see him, I want to see him..."

"Sir, please calm down. The old man has truly passed away. Please be patient."

Bo Mingjun seemed to have been dealt a heavy blow, shaking his head repeatedly, unwilling to believe this fact.

The doctor was used to this kind of scene at the hospital; there was nothing but helplessness and no other emotion. Bo Mingjun pushed past the doctor, charging in regardless.

"Dad... Dad..."

He stumbled as he ran, and then saw a white cloth covering the operating table.

At the sight of this, Bo Mingjun's hands on both sides clenched tightly, his heart pounding rapidly for a moment.

"Dad" he tried to voice, calling out to the person on the operating table. Suddenly, he lunged forward.

The surrounding doctors and nurses retreated to both sides. Bo Mingjun trembled, his hand shaking as if he couldn't believe it. He murmured, "No, no, it can't be true, Dad…"

He slowly lifted the white cloth, piece by piece, with his hand.

When he saw Old Master Bo's eyes closed, his face as pale as paper, the worries in Bao Mingjun's heart vanished in an instant.

The old man is really dead!

He smiled inwardly, yet tears flowed uncontrollably from his eyes. He rushed forward and held the old man's cold corpse tightly in his arms.

Pressing her face against the old man's cold cheek, she whispered inwardly: Dad, farewell. I will take good care of the Thin family, you can rest assured. Soon, I will bring your most precious grandson to see you. You can reunite with your dearest son and grandson there. It's a happy thing, isn't it

On the surface, he burst into tears, choked with sobs and unable to speak coherently, "Dad... Don't scare me, please don't leave me. It's all my fault. I should have stayed with you today, then maybe nothing would have happened... Dad, get up! You just left like this, what are we going to do... Dad..."

Zhang Shu walked in and, seeing the lifeless old man, went to confirm once again the instruments beside him that had already stopped. Only then did he walk forward, gently patting Bo Mingjun's shoulder, and said with heartache: "Grandfather, please be strong. Grandpa really has passed away."

Bo Mingjun shook his head, "No, I don't believe it." He looked at the doctor beside him, grabbed the doctor's arm, and pulled him forward, "You save him, you save him again, he can still be saved..."

The doctor, seeing Bo Mingjun's distraught and emotionally broken appearance due to his grief, sighed and said, "Sir, the old man is truly gone. There's nothing we could do. I'm so sorry."

The dawn was breaking, and Bo Mingjun slumped limply on the ground.

Looking at Bo Mingjun's heartbroken expression, anyone who saw it would have to say that their father-son bond was deep.

Uncle Zhang helped Bo Mingjun up. “Grandfather, cheer up! Something's not right with the old master's passing. There are still many things that need you to handle.”

This sentence made Bo Mingjun's heart skip a beat, and he nervously looked at Zhang Shu.

He almost forgot that Zhang Shu knew everything, including what he did to kill Bo Mingjian, and he knew about it too.

A murderous intent surged through Bo Mingjun's heart instantly. Yuchen is still at home. With all these people ranting so crazily, I'm afraid they might be provoked into causing trouble."Bao Jin Yu looked at Zhou Chen beside him, "Go and call a few reliable peopl...