Chapter 151: Go Back and Play?

He pursed his lips and smiled at me, "So, if you don't want me to go down with you, it's okay." ā€

ā€œā€¦ā€¦ Well! ā€

Pain, while making people unbearable, also has a role, that is, to prove, prove that I am still alive.

So I tried to stay awake and not reject the bout of pain, but I don't know if there was any more bleeding......

Still, as hard as I tried to hold on, my consciousness began to blur, disorganized, and then fragmented as he rushed toward the emergency department.

The pain had faded away, and I felt like I was being put down, the voices in my ears were jumbled, and the bearded man was following me with his head down.

But I couldn't hear clearly, let alone the sound, even he looked like he was from another time and space, everything in front of me was not only blurry, but gray and white for a while, making my eyes feel tired.

I wanted to blink, but my eyes were closed, and when I wanted to open them, I felt so tired that I didn't have the strength to hold up my eyelids, and then I wondered why I opened my eyes......

I wanted to rest because I was tired, but the pain in my lower abdomen was so painful that I couldn't sleep.

I tried to open my eyes, but the feeling of being so tired that I didn't even have the strength to lift my eyelids, and it was so noisy that someone was crying, as if it was my mother......

"What are you crying about? Isn't this Yuanyuan good? ā€

"What's good...... Woohoo......"

"It's good! You'll be so bad if you cry again! ā€

"Bah, you're unlucky!"

The cacophony of sounds and pain forced me to prop up my eyelids with all my might, and then a face suddenly appeared in my blurred vision.

I stared blankly at the familiar face that was already stubble on the lips of my jaw, and blinked lightly.

"Jiayuan?" The voice was soft, but hoarse as if it had passed through a layer of frosted paper.

His lips were dry and white, and he looked so haggard, why? Why is he so emaciated?

When I woke up, my mind was still stagnant, and I watched him hum in a daze, and then my parents' heads came over.

"Yuanyuan? Yuanyuan?! "My mom was crying and laughing at me.

"Mom...... "I wanted to ask my mom what was wrong, but I just spit out one word, and the second word couldn't be spit out, and my throat burned dry.

My dad also called me excitedly and excitedly, I haven't seen him cry since I was a child, and I actually saw him raise his hand to wipe his eyes.

I just wondered what was wrong with them, and then countless images flashed through my mind, time seemed to slow down, only the number of revolutions in my head was fast, I remembered Dean, I remembered that I was kneeling on the ground with my stomach in my arms, and I remembered that the bearded man carried me to the hospital......

My eyes opened more and more, my lips moved, and my beard quickly straightened up, "I'll call a doctor!" ā€

I don't know where the strength came from, my hand grabbed his sleeve, my stomach didn't hurt anymore, and my throat didn't dry, "Kid...... Kid ......"

However, the so-called non-action is just my own opinion, my voice is like an eighty-year-old man pressing his throat to speak, and it is so bad to hear.

He quickly turned around and took my hand, but before he could speak, my mother said, "It's okay, it's okay, the baby is fine!" ā€

I immediately chimed in, "Yes, yes, it's okay, the baby is healthy, ouch!" It's a full seven pounds! ā€

"......" When I heard it, I immediately breathed a sigh of relief, the corners of my lips raised, and then all kinds of pain and discomfort came up again, and my eyebrows that I had just let go of were twisted again, and I hummed lowly.

Seeing this, the bearded man hurriedly asked me where I was uncomfortable, and I only said one word, pain.

He immediately rushed out of the ward with a solemn face, and in less than a minute, he led four people in.

Two doctors, two nurses, the one who asked me was supposed to be my attending doctor, because he not only asked me questions, but also lifted my quilt and clothes to check.

In other words, both of them are male doctors, and I am very embarrassed to lift the quilt and pull the clothes.

After the examination, I was given a thermometer and asked if I was feeling unwell.

I said, except for the pain or the pain, especially the stomach, I don't know how to describe the pain.

The doctor smiled and said, it's okay if it hurts, it's normal, and it's not a stomach pain, it's a uterine pain.

After a while, he asked the nurse to take my thermometer and look at it, saying that it was a low-grade fever, and after paying attention, he called his beard and walked out.

The only thing I know now is that I had surgery and the baby is said to be okay and healthy, but I'm still uneasy.

So, when the doctor went out, I asked my mom again, where is the baby?

My mom said that in the baby room, I want to see it, and I'll talk about it later, and let the nurse bring it to me.

When it comes to this, I can hold it to me at any time, and my heart is really let go.

Before that, the bearded man came in, walked up to me with his lips raised, sat down on the edge of the bed, took my hand, didn't say anything, just looked at me.

He didn't look good, his beard had grown, his eyes were blue, and his eyes were bloodshot.

In the conversation with the doctor just now, I already knew that my trip was more than two days, and it was estimated that I was weak because of excessive blood loss.

Come to think of it, how long I've slept here, how long he hasn't slept.

I rolled my throat, "I don't remember anything...... I should say I don't know......"

He laughed again, "It's okay, it's delivered in time, it's a false alarm, you're fine, it's just that you have lost too much blood, and you can be alive after a while, as for the mustache...... Very healthy, crying loudly, good lung capacity. ā€

Although my parents also echoed that it was okay, I always felt that there was an indescribable weirdness.

But I didn't give me much of a chance to think about it, and my mom said, "By the way, don't you want to see the baby?" ā€

My thoughts were immediately diverted by my mother's words, and the bearded man stood up with a smile and said to hug the child.

To be honest, I've always felt like I'm not a competent mother, and when I was pregnant with him, I was busy with work in the early stage, and my head was full of either beard or work.

Later, I realized my mistake and stopped to rest, but I still had a big beard in my head.

After that, he hid, but he didn't dodge it, and he didn't protect him yet, almost so that he didn't even have a chance to see the world.

I felt guilty about this baby, but I also found that I didn't seem to care about him that much except guilt, at least compared to the beard, he seemed so small.

However, I felt these feelings, and the moment the bearded man appeared in the hospital room with him in his arms and brought him close to me, I began to turn against me......

The little man with red and wrinkled skin, his eyes were not fully open, but he was still glancing at me, obviously he couldn't see anything, he could only feel the shadows, but he was looking at me!

The bridge of the nose was sour in an instant, and my heart was soft and paralyzed, I wanted to hug him, but the bearded man and my mother didn't let me, because I am inconvenient now, let alone hugging, even moving is a pain all over the body, and wherever I force or pull, the wound is likely to crack.

The little one's silence didn't last long, and he let out a heart-rending cry, and the bearded man coaxed me and changed my mother's coaxing, but he was still not well-behaved, and then the bearded man said that he might be hungry, and it should have been almost time to feed.

So within ten minutes of the bearded man carrying the child in, he carried it out again, and I was a little lost, but also very tired.

I was awake like a child, I didn't last long, I drank some water, ate two mouthfuls of porridge and fell asleep again, feeling that everything was still in a trance.

When I woke up again, it was already early in the morning, and my parents had already gone back, only the bearded man was there.

This time, I was much better than the previous one, and my head and vision seemed to be clearer.

I was in a cozy ward, and although I didn't have an extra bed to sleep in, I had a sofa, and my beard was facing me against the sofa, but my eyes were closed.

His face was tired, and even when he was asleep, his brows were tightly wrinkled.

I watched him and didn't call him, but he opened his eyes suddenly.

I curled my lips at him, and he froze for a second before standing up sharply, "When did you wake up?" ā€

"Just woke up." I'll reply.

He walked over to the chair on the edge of the bed, "Drink?" ā€

I shook my head, "You sleep yours." ā€

He shook his head as well, then looked at me and took a deep breath, "Does it still hurt?" ā€

"Nonsense." Not only pain, but also pain awakening.

He pursed his lips slightly, although those eyes were bloodshot, but the eyes were dark and deep, and there were so many emotions flowing in them that I couldn't explore them, I just felt depressed.

"What's wrong?"

ā€œā€¦ā€¦ I'm sorry. His voice suddenly became much more hoarse than before.

My heart shrank slightly, and I furrowed my eyebrows, "Why do you say I'm sorry." ā€

He lowered his eyelids, his long eyelashes blocking his eyes, and I saw his throat slide up and down, and after a pause he lifted his eyes again and looked at me, "I've already told my parents." ā€

ā€œļ¼Ÿļ¼Ÿļ¼Ÿā€ Say what?

"When you're ready, we'll go back to the forest farm, they say, as long as you want them to have no opinion."

ā€œļ¼ļ¼ļ¼ā€ Damn, why is this person so brainless, didn't he tell him I wanted to shoot when I was in the car before?! "Are you going back to playing?"

ā€œā€¦ā€¦ You don't want to? ā€

"It's okay to go back and play."

"......" He frowned tightly, looked at me fixedly, and didn't speak, but the look in his eyes was very uncomfortable.

"I just had surgery, don't look at me like that, I'm under a lot of pressure."

"Then we'll go back."

ā€œā€¦ā€¦ I'm a patient, don't force me ......" I don't open my eyes.

A touch of warmth covered the back of my hand, he took my hand, pulled it up, and brought it close to his lips, and his dry lips touched the back of my hand, rubbing gently, a little scrape......

"I'm scared......," he said, his voice no longer hoarse, but like it was in his throat.

My heart tightened, and I slowly turned my head, and I saw that he looked so helpless with his eyes lowered, completely different from him during the day, just now.

What he said in the car that day flashed back to me, and the bridge of my nose was astringent.

I quickly sniffed, "I'm not afraid, you'll accompany me." ā€

"What about the mustache? Aren't you afraid that one day he will suddenly lose his parents? ā€

ā€œā€¦ā€¦ Can you not curse me and my son? ā€

He lifted his eyes again and looked at me, "Why are you so heartless, you are still in the mood to joke like this, my brother is telling you very seriously!" ā€

"I—I'm serious...... I replied disappreciatively, "Besides, isn't Dean already caught...... it! You're not going to let him run, are you?! ā€

He glanced at me directly, as if he was speechless to me, but in a second, he sighed, raised his hand and lightly placed his other hand on my cheek, "How could he let him run?" ā€