God of Sprint

Chapter 705: Old Huang made up his mind to ask the heavens for help!

The Yanjing News Broadcast that evening also reported the news of Zhao Yun winning the championship.

The host of the evening news broadcast of Yanjing TV reported: We have just received news that in the men's 9m final held in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil, Chinese athlete Zhao Yun won the gold medal with a score of 58 seconds, tying the world record set by former Olympic champion Bolt! This is the first time that my country has won a gold medal in the men's 70m event at the Olympics, breaking the -year history of zero medals in this event!

In the competition, Chinese athlete Su Bingtian also performed well, winning the silver medal with a time of 9 seconds, while former Olympic champion Bolt finished third.

Let us congratulate Zhao Yun for adding more glory to my country's sports industry! For more details, please follow Migu Video.

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While the outside world was in turmoil and public opinion was flying, in a room with an IV drip, Li Tiantian, accompanied by Jing Tian, ​​forced herself to watch Zhao Yun stand on the champion's podium.

"Tiantian, Zhao Yun won the championship!" Jing Tian said with sobs. "He knew you would be watching him, so he worked very hard, just to let you see him win the championship."

Li Tiantian said weakly: "I'm so happy for him!"

Li Tiantian smiled with relief, but tears could not stop flowing down. She knew that this might be the last time she saw Zhao Yun win the championship.

"Jingtian, I'm so tired..." Li Tiantian said softly.

Jingtian quickly held her hand and said, "Tiantian, you must hold on. The doctor said you will get better."

Li Tiantian shook her head. "I know my own physical condition better than anyone else... Promise me that you will take good care of Zhao Yun after I leave..."

Jing Tian burst into tears, "Tiantian, you will be fine, you will definitely get better..."

However, no matter how Jing Tian persuaded her, Li Tiantian's breath became weaker and weaker. Finally, she slowly closed her eyes.

"Open your eyes, Tiantian. Zhao Yun is still waiting for you to see him win the championship." Jing Tian looked at Li Tiantian in tears.

Outside the window, the sun is still shining brightly, but inside the house, there is endless sadness.

Li Tiantian's face was as pale as paper, her lips were bloodless, and her breathing was so weak that it seemed like she would stop at any time. Her body was so thin that only skin and bones were left, and every breath she took seemed so difficult.

Mr. Huang quickly took Li Tiantian's pulse.

Li Tiantian's elder brother Li Qiang, father Li Changqing, mother Wang Fang, Jing Tian, ​​and the little medical fairy Huang Qihui all gathered around the bed, their eyes filled with anxiety and expectation.

Everyone was closely watching Mr. Huang's every move, hoping to get some surprising information from his facial expression.

Unfortunately, their expectations were in vain. Mr. Huang shook his head and sighed helplessly.

He murmured to himself, "Is it possible that destiny is wrong? Is it difficult to defy destiny?"

After seeing Mr. Huang taking the pulse, Li Qiang anxiously said, "How is it, Mr. Huang! My sister..."

"I tried my best!..."

After Mr. Huang finished speaking, Li Qiang held his sister's hand tightly, his eyes revealing despair and helplessness. His mother Wang Fang silently shed tears, her heart was broken, unable to accept the facts before her. His father Li Changqing's face was full of pain and helplessness, his body was shaking slightly, as if he would fall down at any time.

Jing Tian and Huang Qihui, the Little Doctor Fairy, stood aside, their eyes full of sympathy and sadness. They all knew that Li Tiantian's condition had reached a point where it could not be reversed.

The whole room was filled with a suffocating atmosphere of sadness, and everyone's heart was filled with unspeakable pain. They stared at Li Tiantian silently, hoping to do something for her, but they were powerless.

As the elder of the family, Li Changqing pulled Mr. Huang aside. "Mr. Huang, tell me the truth, how long will it take?"

Huang Lao pondered for a moment and said, "At most three days, at least tonight! You should be mentally prepared!"

Li Changqing felt as if his heart was being cut by a knife after hearing this, but he still managed to squeeze out a seemingly kind smile, "I understand! Thank you, Mr. Huang, for your concern!"

"You should, go in and keep her company!"

After Huang Lao finished speaking, he frowned, slowly walked out of the room and came to the garden. He looked up at the sky, his face full of suspicion, and muttered to himself: "What's going on? Isn't her fate supposed to end? Why has it come to this now?"

Huang Lao was talking to himself while pinching the eight trigrams unconsciously. His fingers were trembling slightly, as if he was full of uncertainty about the next divination result. There was a trace of confusion in his eyes, as if he was lost in the mist of fate.

As his fingers moved, Mr. Huang's brows furrowed more and more, and beads of sweat began to appear on his forehead. His lips trembled slightly, and he wanted to say something, but he was hesitant. At this moment, Mr. Huang had completely lost his former confidence, like a lost child, wandering at the crossroads of fate.

"Is it true that the way of heaven is flawed and cannot be repaired by itself?"

After Li Changqing returned to the room, he looked at the family members surrounding the bed. They were no longer able to handle the funeral, but he had to do it himself.

He wanted his daughter to enter another world peacefully.

He closed the door, took out two heart disease pills, and took out his cell phone. "Hello! Director Li, this is Li Changqing. Please help me find a cemetery."

Just as he said it, he hesitated, because he remembered that Li Tiantian's dream was to be free. If she didn't have freedom during her lifetime and was buried in that cage-like place after her death, would she be happy?

It took a long time for Li Changqing to respond. "Hey, Minister Li! Are you listening?"

Li Changqing was in a state of conflict. He knew he had to deal with his daughter's funeral, but he was hesitant about choosing a cemetery. He thought of his daughter's dream before her death, to be free and unrestrained. Would she be happy if she was buried in a cage-like cemetery? This thought made him feel guilty.

He paced the room, frowning, thinking. On the one hand, he had to take responsibility for his daughter, and on the other hand, he had to respect her dream. He didn't know how to choose. He felt overwhelmed, as if the weight of the world was on his shoulders.

In his hesitation, he recalled his daughter's smile and her desire for freedom. He knew that his daughter's happiness and well-being were the most important. Perhaps he should find a way to satisfy his responsibility to his daughter while respecting her dreams.

"Director Li, I'm sorry. I'll wait and write you a reply!"

Li Changqing decided to wait. If he had asked Li Tiantian about her choice before, he was afraid of hurting her feelings.

Li Tiantian should be relieved now, and she will tell herself where her soul will go!

(Brothers, I have two choices when writing this book. I now have two scenarios in my mind. One is to continue writing, and the other is to end it. If I end it, it will be almost the end of this month. If I write the chapters in the next two days as a conclusion, they will be the key two chapters. Please join my book club and give me some suggestions!)