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Qiao Weihuan felt that time had passed very shortly, and he just closed his eyes, and the surroundings were quiet.

When I opened my sore eyelids, my vision blurred for a while before it slowly became clearer.

The windows were half-opened, the fine wind blew the clean air, and the white walls and doors had a particularly cold feeling.

Qiao Weihuan tilted her head in a daze, and unexpectedly met her eyes like a night.

He Zhengxiao sat on the edge of the bed, half-hanging his dark eyes, and his gaze was pressed deeply.

Qiao Weihuan reacted for a long time before remembering what happened before. She blinked her eyes slowly, touched her lower abdomen with her hand, and asked in a hoarse voice, "...... How are the kids? ”

He Zhengxiao took the towel and wiped the beads of sweat from her sideburns.

Qiao Wei's heart jumped, and she suddenly felt that her lower abdomen was hot, but other places were like a whistling north wind, freezing her teeth chattering.

Why didn't he answer?

Qiao Weihuan's left hand with a needle grabbed the man's arm and licked his dry lips, "Why don't you speak, what's wrong with the child?" ”

"If you speak, I can stand any result."

"He Zhengxiao, you speak!"

He Zhengxiao's subordinates didn't stop, wiped her cheeks and the tip of her nose one by one, then put down the towel, lifted the quilt with his big hands, leaned over to wrap around her thin waist, and supported her back with his palms to let her get up.

Qiao Weihuan grabbed the man's sleeve tightly, sat up uncontrollably, and was pressed by him on the back of his head, and buried the whole person in his generous arms.

"You speak, how is the child......"

I felt that my left hand was held by the man, spread out and placed on the bed, and listened to his low and gentle voice, "Huanhuan, you will still have children." ”

In Qiao Weihuan's head, there was a "boom", and it was scattered.

She was suffocated in her breathing, her whole body trembled violently, she raised her head in a daze, and met the man's hard-lined jaw, "...... What did you say? ”

She couldn't digest this sentence, so she clenched her fist sluggishly and slammed it on the man's hard chest, "What do you mean that I still have children, what do you mean?" You have to be clear, my child is fine, is it? ”

He Zhengxiao was motionless, and she was beaten, and the cold manly breath completely enveloped her.

Qiao Weihuan began to struggle with coldness, and kept shaking his head, "He Zhengxiao, you speak, tell the truth!" I want to hear the truth! ”

The back of her head was buckled, and the arms around her waist were firmly trapped in her. Qiao Weihuan felt that he was like a towering and indifferent mountain, pressing her chest heavily, making her breathless.

Her movements became violent, but her voice became more and more shaky, and there was only one sentence that was repeated over and over: "You ...... speak"

In fact, there is no need for He Zhengxiao to say it again, she also understands.

There was a constant churn of heat in her lower abdomen, and she knew what it was.

When the period came, her children were gone.

She was not injured or suffered much, and her child was still gone.

Still thinking that when she settles down, she will start preparing the stroller and crib, buy a whole universe, and put her heart full of emotions on the child.

As a result, she was suddenly surprised, and she was caught off guard.

That's her child, her and He Zhengxiao's child!

Not anymore.

The lower abdomen is empty, and the heart is desolate.

After the sky fell, there was nothing left.

Qiao Weihuan's arm hung down, swinging weakly at his side. She moved her head, leaning limply into the man's arms, her shoulders shrunched, her throat choked and crumbled, swallowed into her stomach.

The shirt on her chest was a little cooler, and that coolness slowly dispersed, and it was her silent tears.

He Zhengxiao tightened his arm, clasped the big hand on the back of her head, and patted it gently.

How sad the woman in her arms was, how fierce the tears were, the shirt on her chest was quickly wet, and the coolness spread slowly, and the moisture clinged to the skin, as if slowly seeping into the chest, drop by drop, into a soft pool of water.

However, she kept trembling and her breathing was disordered, but she couldn't bear to make a sound.

Qiao Weihuan was silently shedding tears, and the great sorrow overwhelmed her, and she was groggy and half fainted.

He Zhengxiao gently put her back on the hospital bed, pulled the quilt with his big hand, and covered her under her chin.

After shedding too many tears, the woman's eyes were swollen, a faint red faint red appeared around the eye sockets, and her face was horribly pale.

When it's uncomfortable, it's also hard, and only when it's half fainted, the little face reveals a exhausted Chu Chu.

He Zhengxiao stepped away with long legs, gently closed the door, and walked out of the ward.

The doctors didn't go in, but they didn't leave, they followed He Zhengxiao, a little away from the ward before speaking, "I'm sorry, we couldn't keep the child." ”

He Zhengxiao stopped, turned to the side, and asked unhurriedly: "You just need to tell me if there are any other problems with her body." ”

The doctor's face froze, and he showed a rather unbearable expression.

"There are no other external injuries, but this miscarriage has caused her a lot of physical harm, and I am afraid that it will ...... in the future"

He quietly raised his eyes, caught a glimpse of a cold jaw, and whispered the afterwords, "It's hard to get pregnant again, I'm sorry." ”

He Zhengxiao pinched his eyebrows with his long fingers and raised his feet upstairs.

In the hospital hall, several people came in in a hurry and hurried upstairs.

He Zhengxiao glanced slightly, and said to Uncle Zhong next to him in a low voice: "Block them, just say that it is inconvenient for her to see people now." ”

Uncle Zhong: "Yes." ”

Outside the hospital, Choi Seung-chuan had a half-lit cigarette between his lips and squinted at the birds in the trees combing.

The sound of steady footsteps came unexpectedly, Cui Chengchuan turned his head, He Zhengxiao unbuttoned his jacket, and put his other hand in his trouser pocket, and the deep silhouette did not fluctuate.

"Smoke."

Cui Chengchuan raised his eyebrows, took out a cigarette from his pocket, and handed one over, "Didn't you quit?" ”

He Zhengxiao took the cigarette, brushed his thumb over the lighter pulley, and the fire bounced out.

He leaned his back against the walls of the hospital, his long legs overlapping, and the rising smoke blurred the undercurrents between his eyebrows.

The breeze lingered around him, and his shirt wet with the woman's tears was cold.

Cui Chengchuan came out with something, and it was rare to see that he didn't speak.

After a while, he heard He Zhengxiao's low voice, "Something brought?" ”

Cui Chengchuan bit the cigarette holder and lazily took out a square box from his pocket, "Bring it." ”

The outer part of the box is wrapped in a layer of soft flannel, and the color of the deep sea gives it a rare and heavy texture.

On the other side, Fu Minglang was still in the operating room.

The operation was so long that it didn't seem to stop. More than ten hours passed, and the nurses in the ward changed to a new wave, and the doctors were still insisting on the operating table, doing their best to save Fu Minglang's life.

Qiao Weihuan came to her senses, and the operation was not over.

He Zhengxiao was not there, and there were only Uncle Zhong and a few nurses in the ward.

Seeing her open her eyes, Uncle Zhong went over as soon as possible and bent down, "Miss Qiao, do you feel uncomfortable?" ”

Qiao Weihuan looked at him expressionlessly for a long time, and moved his fingers tentatively, "There shouldn't be." ”

She was helped to sit up, drank warm water and ate, and her body gained some strength.

However, the body can be healed, and the child will not come back,

The doctors and nurses were careful in everything they did, looking at her eyes, full of suppressed and vague sympathy, and speaking softly, for fear that if they were not careful, they would poke her very sensitive nerves.

Who could tell that her nerves were broken?

Qiao Weihuan's eyes were unconsciously red, and she still remembered the kind of earth-shattering pain. Touching the heart, after being swept away by the fire, there is no grass and lifeless.

But she couldn't be burned to ashes.

Qiao Weihuan closed her eyes fiercely, "How is Minglang?" ”

"The operation isn't over yet."

The longer the surgery, the more difficult and risky it is.

Qiao Weihuan closed her eyes, slowly took a few breaths, then opened her eyes, pulled the quilt and was about to get out of bed.

Uncle Zhong hurriedly said, "Miss Qiao, you should rest now, and it's best not to move around, so as not to blow the wind." ”

A woman's miscarriage is the same as a small confinement, she can't blow the wind or get cold, so as to avoid leaving any root causes.

"Uncle Zhong, I won't spoil myself."

Qiao Weihuan put her legs on the edge of the bed, lowered her head, and didn't see her shoes on the ground, "I'll wait outside the operating room, I won't get out of the hospital, help me get my coat and shoes?" ”

Uncle Zhong was embarrassed and said, "Miss Qiao, you can wait here, I will inform you if there is news." ”

"I'm not at ease."

"Miss Joe......"

"Uncle Zhong."

Qiao Weihuan half-raised his eyes, and looked at Uncle Zhong with dark eyes, "I'm not a porcelain doll, I can't break it." ”

Putting on his coat and putting on his shoes, Qiao Weihuan went to the operating room, turned around and sat down on the bench outside, staring intently at the door.

Her body was still cold, but it was as quiet as her face.

Fu Minglang had too many injuries on his body, he injured his shoulder at the earliest, and he didn't have time to deal with it, and it took so long to start treatment, even if it was cured, I don't know if there would be sequelae.

When the results come out, if he is not flexible with his hands and feet, then she will let Fu Minglang be an assistant for life.

If......

Qiao Weihuan lowered his eyes and clasped the two hands on his knees.

Uncle Han went to the bathroom, and when he came back, he saw a person sitting on the bench, took out a broken glasses lens from the pocket of the hospital gown, and put it in front of him to take a look, it was Qiao Weihuan.

"Huan'er, why did you come out, go back and wait."

Qiao Weihuan put away his thoughts and shook his head, "Uncle Han, I want to know the result as soon as possible, so you just let me wait here." ”

Just experienced a disaster, lost the child, and now there is a life and death on the operating table, Uncle Han knows that she must be bitter in her heart. He put away his glasses, sat down on the other end of the bench with his waist up, searched his stomach for some words, but couldn't find the right language, so he had to hold the elders' shelves as usual, and said in a solemn voice: "What is your body, what are you waiting for, go back quickly." ”

Qiao Weihuan laughed a little and didn't answer.

Suddenly, I caught a glimpse of a group of people, all wearing formal clothes, with yellow skin, looking like a Chinese person, Sven Wen, like a serious person.

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Remember for a second No pop-ups

……

Qiao Weihuan felt that time had passed very shortly, and he just closed his eyes, and the surroundings were quiet.

When I opened my sore eyelids, my vision blurred for a while before it slowly became clearer.

The windows were half-opened, the fine wind blew the clean air, and the white walls and doors had a particularly cold feeling.

Qiao Weihuan tilted her head in a daze, and unexpectedly met her eyes like a night.

He Zhengxiao sat on the edge of the bed, half-hanging his dark eyes, and his gaze was pressed deeply.

Qiao Weihuan reacted for a long time before remembering what happened before. She blinked her eyes slowly, touched her lower abdomen with her hand, and asked in a hoarse voice, "...... How are the kids? ”

He Zhengxiao took the towel and wiped the beads of sweat from her sideburns.

Qiao Wei's heart jumped, and she suddenly felt that her lower abdomen was hot, but other places were like a whistling north wind, freezing her teeth chattering.

Why didn't he answer?

Qiao Weihuan's left hand with a needle grabbed the man's arm and licked his dry lips, "Why don't you speak, what's wrong with the child?" ”

"If you speak, I can stand any result."

"He Zhengxiao, you speak!"

He Zhengxiao's subordinates didn't stop, wiped her cheeks and the tip of her nose one by one, then put down the towel, lifted the quilt with his big hands, leaned over to wrap around her thin waist, and supported her back with his palms to let her get up.

Qiao Weihuan grabbed the man's sleeve tightly, sat up uncontrollably, and was pressed by him on the back of his head, and buried the whole person in his generous arms.

"You speak, how is the child......"

I felt that my left hand was held by the man, spread out and placed on the bed, and listened to his low and gentle voice, "Huanhuan, you will still have children." ”

In Qiao Weihuan's head, there was a "boom", and it was scattered.

She was suffocated in her breathing, her whole body trembled violently, she raised her head in a daze, and met the man's hard-lined jaw, "...... What did you say? ”

She couldn't digest this sentence, so she clenched her fist sluggishly and slammed it on the man's hard chest, "What do you mean that I still have children, what do you mean?" You have to be clear, my child is fine, is it? ”

He Zhengxiao was motionless, and she was beaten, and the cold manly breath completely enveloped her.

Qiao Weihuan began to struggle with coldness, and kept shaking his head, "He Zhengxiao, you speak, tell the truth!" I want to hear the truth! ”

The back of her head was buckled, and the arms around her waist were firmly trapped in her. Qiao Weihuan felt that he was like a towering and indifferent mountain, pressing her chest heavily, making her breathless.

Her movements became violent, but her voice became more and more shaky, and there was only one sentence that was repeated over and over: "You ...... speak"

In fact, there is no need for He Zhengxiao to say it again, she also understands.

There was a constant churn of heat in her lower abdomen, and she knew what it was.

When the period came, her children were gone.

She was not injured or suffered much, and her child was still gone.

Still thinking that when she settles down, she will start preparing the stroller and crib, buy a whole universe, and put her heart full of emotions on the child.

As a result, she was suddenly surprised, and she was caught off guard.

That's her child, her and He Zhengxiao's child!

Not anymore.

The lower abdomen is empty, and the heart is desolate.

After the sky fell, there was nothing left.

Qiao Weihuan's arm hung down, swinging weakly at his side. She moved her head, leaning limply into the man's arms, her shoulders shrunched, her throat choked and crumbled, swallowed into her stomach.

The shirt on her chest was a little cooler, and that coolness slowly dispersed, and it was her silent tears.

He Zhengxiao tightened his arm, clasped the big hand on the back of her head, and patted it gently.

How sad the woman in her arms was, how fierce the tears were, the shirt on her chest was quickly wet, and the coolness spread slowly, and the moisture clinged to the skin, as if slowly seeping into the chest, drop by drop, into a soft pool of water.

However, she kept trembling and her breathing was disordered, but she couldn't bear to make a sound.

Qiao Weihuan was silently shedding tears, and the great sorrow overwhelmed her, and she was groggy and half fainted.

He Zhengxiao gently put her back on the hospital bed, pulled the quilt with his big hand, and covered her under her chin.

After shedding too many tears, the woman's eyes were swollen, a faint red faint red appeared around the eye sockets, and her face was horribly pale.

When it's uncomfortable, it's also hard, and only when it's half fainted, the little face reveals a exhausted Chu Chu.

He Zhengxiao stepped away with long legs, gently closed the door, and walked out of the ward.

The doctors didn't go in, but they didn't leave, they followed He Zhengxiao, a little away from the ward before speaking, "I'm sorry, we couldn't keep the child." ”

He Zhengxiao stopped, turned to the side, and asked unhurriedly: "You just need to tell me if there are any other problems with her body." ”

The doctor's face froze, and he showed a rather unbearable expression.

"There are no other external injuries, but this miscarriage has caused her a lot of physical harm, and I am afraid that it will ...... in the future"

He quietly raised his eyes, caught a glimpse of a cold jaw, and whispered the afterwords, "It's hard to get pregnant again, I'm sorry." ”

He Zhengxiao pinched his eyebrows with his long fingers and raised his feet upstairs.

In the hospital hall, several people came in in a hurry and hurried upstairs.

He Zhengxiao glanced slightly, and said to Uncle Zhong next to him in a low voice: "Block them, just say that it is inconvenient for her to see people now." ”

Uncle Zhong: "Yes." ”

Outside the hospital, Choi Seung-chuan had a half-lit cigarette between his lips and squinted at the birds in the trees combing.

The sound of steady footsteps came unexpectedly, Cui Chengchuan turned his head, He Zhengxiao unbuttoned his jacket, and put his other hand in his trouser pocket, and the deep silhouette did not fluctuate.

"Smoke."

Cui Chengchuan raised his eyebrows, took out a cigarette from his pocket, and handed one over, "Didn't you quit?" ”

He Zhengxiao took the cigarette, brushed his thumb over the lighter pulley, and the fire bounced out.

He leaned his back against the walls of the hospital, his long legs overlapping, and the rising smoke blurred the undercurrents between his eyebrows.

The breeze lingered around him, and his shirt wet with the woman's tears was cold.

Cui Chengchuan came out with something, and it was rare to see that he didn't speak.

After a while, he heard He Zhengxiao's low voice, "Something brought?" ”

Cui Chengchuan bit the cigarette holder and lazily took out a square box from his pocket, "Bring it." ”

The outer part of the box is wrapped in a layer of soft flannel, and the color of the deep sea gives it a rare and heavy texture.

On the other side, Fu Minglang was still in the operating room.

The operation was so long that it didn't seem to stop. More than ten hours passed, and the nurses in the ward changed to a new wave, and the doctors were still insisting on the operating table, doing their best to save Fu Minglang's life.

Qiao Weihuan came to her senses, and the operation was not over.

He Zhengxiao was not there, and there were only Uncle Zhong and a few nurses in the ward.

Seeing her open her eyes, Uncle Zhong went over as soon as possible and bent down, "Miss Qiao, do you feel uncomfortable?" ”

Qiao Weihuan looked at him expressionlessly for a long time, and moved his fingers tentatively, "There shouldn't be." ”

She was helped to sit up, drank warm water and ate, and her body gained some strength.

However, the body can be healed, and the child will not come back,

The doctors and nurses were careful in everything they did, looking at her eyes, full of suppressed and vague sympathy, and speaking softly, for fear that if they were not careful, they would poke her very sensitive nerves.

Who could tell that her nerves were broken?

Qiao Weihuan's eyes were unconsciously red, and she still remembered the kind of earth-shattering pain. Touching the heart, after being swept away by the fire, there is no grass and lifeless.

But she couldn't be burned to ashes.

Qiao Weihuan closed her eyes fiercely, "How is Minglang?" ”

"The operation isn't over yet."

The longer the surgery, the more difficult and risky it is.

Qiao Weihuan closed her eyes, slowly took a few breaths, then opened her eyes, pulled the quilt and was about to get out of bed.

Uncle Zhong hurriedly said, "Miss Qiao, you should rest now, and it's best not to move around, so as not to blow the wind." ”

A woman's miscarriage is the same as a small confinement, she can't blow the wind or get cold, so as to avoid leaving any root causes.

"Uncle Zhong, I won't spoil myself."

Qiao Weihuan put her legs on the edge of the bed, lowered her head, and didn't see her shoes on the ground, "I'll wait outside the operating room, I won't get out of the hospital, help me get my coat and shoes?" ”

Uncle Zhong was embarrassed and said, "Miss Qiao, you can wait here, I will inform you if there is news." ”

"I'm not at ease."

"Miss Joe......"

"Uncle Zhong."

Qiao Weihuan half-raised his eyes, and looked at Uncle Zhong with dark eyes, "I'm not a porcelain doll, I can't break it." ”

Putting on his coat and putting on his shoes, Qiao Weihuan went to the operating room, turned around and sat down on the bench outside, staring intently at the door.

Her body was still cold, but it was as quiet as her face.

Fu Minglang had too many injuries on his body, he injured his shoulder at the earliest, and he didn't have time to deal with it, and it took so long to start treatment, even if it was cured, I don't know if there would be sequelae.

When the results come out, if he is not flexible with his hands and feet, then she will let Fu Minglang be an assistant for life.

If......

Qiao Weihuan lowered his eyes and clasped the two hands on his knees.

Uncle Han went to the bathroom, and when he came back, he saw a person sitting on the bench, took out a broken glasses lens from the pocket of the hospital gown, and put it in front of him to take a look, it was Qiao Weihuan.

"Huan'er, why did you come out, go back and wait."

Qiao Weihuan put away his thoughts and shook his head, "Uncle Han, I want to know the result as soon as possible, so you just let me wait here." ”

Just experienced a disaster, lost the child, and now there is a life and death on the operating table, Uncle Han knows that she must be bitter in her heart. He put away his glasses, sat down on the other end of the bench with his waist up, searched his stomach for some words, but couldn't find the right language, so he had to hold the elders' shelves as usual, and said in a solemn voice: "What is your body, what are you waiting for, go back quickly." ”

Qiao Weihuan laughed a little and didn't answer.

Suddenly, I caught a glimpse of a group of people, all wearing formal clothes, with yellow skin, looking like a Chinese person, Sven Wen, like a serious person.

For mobile phone users, please browse M. Reading for a better reading experience.