In the intensive care ward of Chenkang Hospital.

Mr. President has been sitting in front of his hospital bed for almost half an hour.

He clutched a piece of paper tightly in his hand, and in one hand he held the gold pen he had specially used to sign.

The pen in his hand trembled a little, if he signed it, Ou Wenxiang would immediately arrange for the doctor to induce labor for Tang Rou.

"Xiaorou, I know."

The paper was almost crushed by him, Qi Zheng's hand trembled and grabbed Tang Rou's hand, and put her hand to his lips.

His fiery lips kissed her cold hand, and he closed his eyes, forcibly holding back the tears that were about to drip from his eyes.

He will never forget that when Tang Rou was blocking the gun for him, her two hands immediately subconsciously covered her lower abdomen.

"Qi Zheng, Shen Xueying can't give you a child, I'm Tang Roucan!"

Tang Rou's proud and charming smile was like a seductive poppy, always blooming in his heart.

"I know how much you want this kid."

Qi Zheng's voice was a little hoarse, and Mr. President, who had always been unfazed, almost collapsed at this moment.

"I'm sorry, Xiaorou, if you have to choose, I can only give up our child."

He felt almost suffocating pain in his heart. My heart hurts.

I'm sorry, Xiaorou, for making me selfish for a while.

I would rather you lie down and be by my side for the rest of your life. I can't watch you die and leave me.

Qi Zheng held the pen and drew it very the paper.

He had never realized that his signature was so difficult to write.

Stopping his pen and his gaze fell on Tang Rou's slightly bulging lower abdomen, Qi Zheng turned his head and forcibly withdrew his gaze.

I don't know if it's a boy or a girl in Xiaorou's belly.

This is his first child, but he will destroy it with his own hands.

"I'm sorry, kid. Daddy is sorry for you. ”

With the pen in hand, Qi Zheng stood up, trembling and ready to hand over the signed paper.

But at this moment, suddenly the data on the monitor was beating wildly.

"Mr. President."

Several paramedics pushed the door open and cautiously reported to him.

"We found that the fetal movement in Madame's belly is now very noticeable. And ......"

Qi Zheng didn't have the heart to listen to the words of the medical staff at all, and looked directly at Tang Rou on the hospital bed.

Her fingers were slightly curled and quivering slightly.

"Owen Xiang! Owen Xiang, you come out for me! ”

Mr. President almost roared and kicked open the door of the director's office of Chenkang Hospital.

grabbed Ou Wenxiang's collar and dragged him directly to the intensive care ward.

"You tell me, is it true that if she wakes up, she will, she will die!"

Ou Wenxiang looked at the data on the monitor in surprise, and then looked at Tang Rou's situation.

Finally, he held his forehead with some hesitation.

"It's really hard for me to judge this situation. But I can only tell you for sure now. Your children are the only thing you want to survive now. ”

"So you tell me, is there a precedent for having children in a vegetative state?"

Mr. President's voice was hoarse and deep, and he slowly sat down beside Tang Rou again.

Bony fingers ran all the way up her slightly bulging lower abdomen and finally to the center of her eyebrows.

Slid to the corner of her eye, stained with a tear oozing from the corner of her eye.

Just now when he was agonizing to induce his own child, his woman cried.

"But you have to be mentally prepared. If this child is born, it is likely that your wife will wake up during childbirth. ”

"Once you wake up, the bleeding in the heart will intensify."

"The chance of Madame's death is eighty-seven percent."