The door to the blood collection site was open, and the sound from outside could be heard almost as far as it could be. I don't know if He Yiming did it on purpose, and the voice of that sentence was a little louder.

In the empty silent hallway, the sound was particularly clear.

The word "wife" made Wen Qing's body stiffen subconsciously, and the nurse happened to be pricking the needle, but it cut through the blood vessels and did not prick the right place.

The nurse said "I'm sorry", quickly pulled out the needle, and started again.

Wen Qing's face turned white in pain, but she didn't know if it was because of the needle or because of the sound.

He Yiming seemed to be stunned for a while, and then he paced in from outside. When she walked to Wen Qing's side, the thick needle tube was just inserted into the blood vessel, and the scarlet hot blood flowed into the blood bag along the rubber tube, and Wen Qing only felt that her eyes were black for a while.

He Yiming has been watching from the side, making Wen Qing feel that the injury she was pierced is hot, and the pain makes her want to cry.

After about ten minutes, the bag of plasma was finally collected.

Wen Qing only felt dizzy, the wound hurt to death, and she had no strength in her body.

She couldn't even sit steadily, and Aunt Xiang came over with a crying voice, trembling and helping her to stand up.

Wen Qing couldn't even open her eyes, "I ......"

Before she finished speaking, He Yiming was like a gust of wind, holding the plasma bag handled by the nurse, and hurriedly ran to the operating room on the side.

Wen Qing sneered, and Aunt Xiang's whole body trembled.

"If it's okay, I'll go first." Wen Qing said to the nurse, turned and walked out the door.

Walking to the door, He Yiming happened to come over from the operating room, and the three of them ran into each other at once.

Aunt Xiang wanted to say something, but Wen Qing stopped her again. She looked at He Yiming with dark eyes, "Is there anything else?" Would you like another bag? ”

He Yiming saw her pale face, as if she was about to die, but she was still saying dry and cold words, and she didn't know why she felt a little uncomfortable.

"Today...... Thank you. ”

Wen Qing let out a "heh" and didn't say anything more.

Aunt Xiang helped Wen Qing, her eyes were hot and uncomfortable.

Wen Qing's thin handful of bones, drawing so much blood, she couldn't hold it at this time.

The whole body couldn't exert its strength at all, and most of the body leaned on Aunt Xiang's body.

Feeling the coldness on Wen Qing's body, and the cold sweat kept breaking, Aunt Xiang finally couldn't help crying quietly.

Wen Qing no longer had the strength to comfort Aunt Xiang, she felt like she was stepping on cotton at the moment, and she couldn't even breathe.

In this marriage, she lost completely.

originally thought that even if there was no love, they would be able to grow old in peace simply by relying on interests and cooperation, who knows......

After Wen Qing left, Mo Wennuo, who was originally standing silently next to He Yiming, suddenly spoke, "Mr. He, what are you going to ......do next?"

He Yiming's fingers lightly pressed his temples, "No matter what, I won't divorce her!" ”

The words fell, and the meteor disappeared into the hospital corridor.

Mo Wennuo was stunned for a long time, and when he saw that the man had turned around and went out of the door, he spread his legs and chased after him in a hurry.