Mrs. Wen pursed her lips suddenly, as if she remembered the events of the past, and did not speak again.

"I've been waiting for him for so many years, and God has put this opportunity in front of me to tell me to seize it." She looked at Mrs. Wen and smiled slightly, "I can't just watch him and other women, what do you say?" ”

"Yes...... Is it ......" Mrs. Wen squirmed her lips, as if she didn't know what to say anymore, and looked at the operating room in a panic, not daring to look at her anymore.

Jiang Jiu knew that he was ruthless, and he also knew what Mrs. Wen wanted to say.

It's nothing more than begging her to save him.

Wen Xili was really dying, he was getting sicker and sicker, and he looked perfectly on the outside, but he didn't know when he would stop breathing.

Jiang Caiwei and Wen Xili's marriage was also agreed to by Mrs. Wen back then, she seems to be the kind of mother who dotes on her son very much, as long as her son likes whomever she likes, that's fine.

If it weren't for Wen Xili's illness, and she happened to match his bone marrow, Mrs. Wen probably wouldn't have helped her persuade Wen Xili to marry her.

After all, eight years have passed, Wen Xili has forgotten her, and Mrs. Wen doesn't care who he is with.

Eight years ago, she was the only one who had Jiang Jiu.

She hooked her lips slightly, and her smile was a little cool.

At half past twelve in the morning, the door of the operating room was suddenly opened, and a little nurse rushed out of it, and when they didn't react, she crackled and said: "The blood room just called, the AB blood bank has been exhausted, and I went to the next hospital half an hour ago to transfer, but there was a car accident on that road, and the traffic jam was serious, which of you is ......"

Ginger stood up from the bench, rolled up his cuffs, and said calmly: "I'm the same blood type as him, I'll come." ”

"You ......" The little nurse looked at the appearance of a few taels of meat on her body, hesitated for a moment, and still pulled her to the blood drawing room in a hurry.

After the blood pressure is measured, the blood is drawn.

After pumping 500cc in one go, the little nurse was about to pull out the needle, ginger wine pressed her hand, and she smiled at her: "No hurry." You need more than that, right? Smoke a little more. ”

The little nurse looked at her slightly pale face, a little moved, and her eyes were red: "Miss Jiang, your husband and wife have a really good relationship." ”

"Not really." Ginger wine replied lightly.

It was pumped until 900cc, and in the end, the little nurse saw that her face was not quite right, and forcibly pulled out the needle.

Jiang Jiu sat on the chair and waited for the little nurse to come to the door before he raised his head and said to her, "You must save him." ”

She's been waiting for him for eight years, and he can't die here tonight.

*

Wen Xili was very fateful, and after the blood of ginger wine was delivered, the ambulance plasma from the hospital next door was also delivered.

The operation was successful, which is gratifying, but it still needs to be hospitalized for half a month of observation.

However, after the ginger wine was pumped blood, his resistance decreased, he was infected with a severe cold, had a fever for a week, and died a little.

By the time it was complete, Wen Xili was about to be discharged from the hospital.

On this day, Jiang Jiu took the flowers to visit Wen Xili in the hospital, and as soon as he walked to the door, he heard Jiang Caiwei saying bad things about her in the ward.

"Xili, you see that you have been hospitalized for so long, and Jiang Jiu has never come to see you."

As soon as she finished speaking, there was a sound of the door opening behind her, and when she turned her head, she saw Jiang Jiu holding a bouquet of flowers, leaning on the door panel with his hands around his chest, smiling at her.

Jiang Caiwei was not weak at all, she stood up from the side of the bed and pointed at Jiang Jiu's nose and scolded: "Jiang Jiu, you keep saying that you like Xili, people have been sick for half a month, and I haven't seen you come to see Xili, your liking is really cheap!" ”

Jiang Jiu didn't bother to pay attention to her, walked in and put the flowers in the vase, and threw the original bouquet of flowers into the trash, Jiang Caiwei rushed over angrily, "Jiang Jiu, I bought that bouquet of flowers, why did you throw it away?!" “

Jiang Jiu tilted his head to look at her, then bent down to pick up the bouquet of flowers in the trash can and threw it into Jiang Caiwei's arms.

Jiang Caiwei: "......"

Wen Xili sat there and said impatiently: "You give me a pause." ”

Jiang Caiwei was murdered by him, and she was wronged to death, but she didn't dare to speak.

She and He Chunbai did a lot of calculations, but they didn't count Wen Xili's illness, and Wen Xili got angry and dumped her, so all these years were in vain.

On the contrary, Jiang Jiu put his hands around his chest, raised his toes, and walked around the ward as if he were patrolling, and threw all the things Jiang Caiwei brought into the trash.

Chicken soup, fruits, supplements, in front of Jiang Caiwei, they were all lost.

Jiang Caiwei's face became greener and greener, and in the end, she was afraid of getting angry and making Wen Xili angry, so she couldn't bear it anymore, so she opened the door and left in a sullen manner.

Jiang Jiu stood on the side of the bed, smiled sweetly, and said to the man who had no expression or emotion on the bed: "I don't like other women to give you things, don't accept them in the future." ”

Wen Xili stared at her, but she was really angry and laughed, and her thin lips spit out two words meanly, "Sick." ”