"There is indeed a precedent for having children in a vegetative state. We can call on the best experts in this area, enough to guarantee the health of the child. ”

"However, if a child is born, the chance of death from a heart hemorrhage increases for the wife. The chance is as high as 87 percent. ”

Owen Xiang said solemnly.

Eighty-seven percent.

Qi Zheng's deep eyes were covered with a layer of mist, and he walked to the side of the hospital bed, holding Tang Rou's cold hand gently.

Leaning sideways, his voice is extremely gentle.

"Xiaorou, did you hear that, if we want to keep our children, I only have a thirteen percent chance that I can accompany you."

"Are you really, going to be so cruel to me?"

"Dean Ou, the fetal movement is starting to be obvious again." Several nurses hurriedly reported to Owen Xiang.

Tang Rou's weakly hanging hand suddenly stiffened a little, as if hooking Qi Zheng's fingers, and he held on tightly.

Qi Zheng closed his eyes, and it took a while before he suddenly opened them.

Turned around, hoarse.

"Maintain the daily nutrition of the wife, this child must be saved."

In Qi Zheng's heart, Tang Rou has always been a woman like fire.

Charming and cold, a queen-like arrogant and enchanting existence.

But when she said that she was going to give up on this child, tears oozed from the corners of her eyes, and her fingers were soaked drop by drop.

The heat was so hot that it burned like fire in his heart.

Xiaorou, since you want to keep this child is your only wish now.

So.

I'll bet 13 percent with you!

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When Mr. Qi returned home, he habitually glanced at the bedroom.

"Where's the wife?"

"Mrs. is in the bathroom on the fifth floor." The servant replied respectfully.

The bathroom on the fifth floor is a large indoor bath, which is perfect for relaxing after a long day of work.

The little thing has frequently visited Tang Rou in Chenkang Hospital these days, and she comes back with red eyes every day.

Relaxing in a bubble bath is indeed a great way to decompress.

Mr. Qi took the elevator up to the fifth floor, and the Japanese-style sliding door was steaming.

When I walked to the door, I could clearly hear the little thing talking to Mumosen.

"No, I can't go back with you."

"Goddess, if you don't go with me, I will be taught a hard lesson by my eldest brother when I go back."

Mr. Qi's face immediately darkened, and a wave of anger welled up in his heart.

When the little thing took a bath, he actually let Mu Mosen be next to him! It's worth it!

"Bang-" With a kick on the ground, he kicked open the sliding door.

As a result, there was a room-sized bath with steaming steam, and a small mobile phone with a small thing on the edge of the bath.

The little thing is soaking in the bath, lying on the shore, with two hands on its cheeks, talking to a hands-free mobile phone.

Qi ...... What are you doing, sir? ”

Su Xiaoya's watery eyes widened, and her little face was even more red from the hot mist.

It's so tender and cute that you want to swallow it in one gulp.

It turned out that it was just the phone turned on hands-free.

Qi Muchen was slightly embarrassed, and he coughed.

"Don't do anything, I'm tired too, let's take a bath together."

After saying that, he squatted down, turned off the phone, and threw it into the corner.

He quickly removed his clothes, got into the water, and reached out to hold her firmly in his arms.

His movements were too big, and the water in the bath was lifted high, drenching Su Xiaoya's hair.

"Hmm-Mr. Qi-just take a shower!"

Su Xiaoya pulled out his dishonest hand, and the flush on his face went directly to the root of his ears.