"Suspend surgery?"

Xu Lanying refused even if she didn't want to.

"No, you can't pause the operation, you can't pause."

"Mu Lin," Xu Lanying pinched Mu Lin's arm hard, "Say it, talk about it." ”

Mu Lin's mouth couldn't open at this time.

"Go on."

Ling Ze stood up and walked outside, he wanted to smoke a cigarette, just one.

And the continuation of this sentence also made Xu Lanying breathe a sigh of relief, but at the same time, it sentenced another person to death.

The door to the operating room opened, and the doctor outside walked in again.

"Go ahead."

He said to the inside.

And Mu Tianen's body trembled more and more, she opened her mouth wide, like a fish on the verge of death, she felt a very long and thick needle, as if someone pumped her bone marrow every time.

But she didn't feel any pain.

A tear slowly rolled out of the corner of her eye, cold, and shapeless.

She could feel a chill on her belly, as if she was losing something, too.

And such a loss can never be recovered.

At this time, outside the hospital, a man strode in, in a black suit, much taller than ordinary people, and an unscrupulous image, wooden, and calm.

And the people around him also took a few steps in before him, and then when they came out, they nodded their heads at him.

"Lead the way!"

The man's voice, like his appearance, was unacceptably well-behaved.

It's not that I can't accept it, but it's impossible to refute it at all.

Almost there, right?

Xu Lanying was already at the door of the operating room, I don't know how many times she turned, she couldn't sit still at all, why had she been in for so long, but there was no news at all?

At this moment, the man strode over.

And as soon as Mu Lin saw this person, his pupils suddenly shrank.

Before he could even speak, several people were already walking towards the operating room.

"What are you going to do?"

When Xu Lanying saw this, she almost screamed.

Ling Yuan straightened the button on his cuffs, and with a cold look, it was cold and cold, cold and cold.

And just as the men tried to push the door in, the door inside opened.

Ling Yuan strode over, and he also stretched out his hand and directly tightened the doctor's collar.

"What have you done to her?

Where have doctors ever seen such a formation. ”

Also, who are the people?

"Which one are you talking about?" And she thought that Ling Yuan was talking about Mu Tianqing, maybe it was because Ling Ze was in some places, and he was somewhat similar to Ling Yuan, after all, they were both surnamed Ling, although they were born from the next generation, but their uncles and nephews naturally had some similarities.

"We've got the cord blood."

This doctor is still good-tempered, even if someone grabs his collar, he still has a good attitude, but her sentence of umbilical cord blood taken out made Ling Yuan's already bad face become more ugly in an instant.

He walked into the operating room.

"Hey, you can't go in!"

The doctor hurriedly tried to stop him, but was stopped by a man.

In the operating room, there was almost a strong smell of blood, and on a flat table, there was a small baby with blurred flesh and blood, almost all of whom were completely developed.

At this time, the people around Ling Yuan strode over, and they also carefully picked up the baby, and saw that this little child was indeed not well developed, and it was the size of a palm of an adult who had not yet been an adult, and it was a boy, after all, he was only six months old, but he had already worked hard to grow up.

He is obviously older than the average six-month-old child, but no matter how old he is, he is still not fully developed, his small belly is almost transparent, and even the internal organs inside can still be seen, and his small belly can be seen slightly undulating.

He was breathing.

But the man shook his head at Ling Yuan,

"It's too small, it's not good, and I'm alive now, but it's just such a breath, and I can't save it."

Another month, no, even if it's half a month, it may be possible to barely save a life.

Ling Yuan walked over, he took off his suit, and carefully put the child in his suit, which was also wrapped in his own suit.

"Let's go see Mom."

He carefully hugged the child, no one had ever seen Ling Yuan's red eyes.

But now his eyes were red.

He carried the child to Mu Tianen, and at this time, she was still there, just like her child, no one cared about it, no one cared about it, the child was cut out raw, and they just cared about taking umbilical cord blood, maybe they didn't help her treat the wound properly.

"I'll come," the man who had been following Ling Yuan also took off his clothes, he was a doctor, why Ling Yuan brought him over was because of his identity.

It's easy to find a surgical gown in the search, those who are supposed to help patients stitch up their wounds, and at a glance, you can see that they are not professional doctors, they may still be interns, but this is a person, this is a living person, not an object.

After the doctor changed his clothes, he quickly examined and treated the wound, and even the sutures used for sutures were not ordinary threads.

Has she had stomach surgery before?

The doctor occasionally found that Mu Tianen seemed to have a small scar on his stomach, which was obviously a scar left by the operation.

This wound is well stitched, and it is also sutured at some level, and depending on the recovery, this person's body should not be bad, and it is also not easy to leave a scar.

It's a pity, that kid is still a boy.

Ling Yuan stretched out his hand and gently patted Mu Tianen's face.

"Grace of God."

He patted again, and under semi-anesthesia, people could wake up, so wake up and see him for the last time.

Mu Tianen finally opened her eyes, her eyes were very red and painful, as if she could only open that very small gap.

"It's Mommy......"

Ling Yuan hugged the child in his arms forward, the child's eyes were tightly closed, and his little fingers seemed to shatter when he pinched it.

Mu Tianen instinctively pasted his face forward, and also pasted it on the child's little face.

It's icy, it's cold......

At this time, the child's little hand waved again, and the small hand that broke at the touch seemed to have grasped something, and when Ling Yuan took a closer look, he found that it was a hair.

Suddenly, he just held the child like this, and his red eyes were also tight and hot.

"Good," he hugged the child to his face, and also gently pressed the child's little face with his own face.

"Mom will give birth to you again, let's become a little angel first, wait for Mom, okay?"