?? Seeing that he was still staring at the baby in the incubator with a cold face, the doctor explained, "Sir, the baby boy is very healthy, and he is now taking a bath and weighing in the operating room, as for the baby girl, ......"

“…… The baby girl weighs less and breathes weaker, so we will take the baby to the pediatric nursery first, but you can rest assured that the baby is fine and will be picked up in a few days! ”

Night Thunder Lord was silent, hearing the doctor's words, his heart relaxed slightly, but his brows were still tightly locked, and he leaned over to stare at the baby girl in the incubator.

The baby girl's skin is wrinkled, her eyes are closed, her mouth, nose, hands and feet are all small, and her body is even thinner, and her estimated weight is no more than five pounds, and he can hold her up with one palm.

The heart was throbbing, and the doctor had been saying that one of the fetuses was underweight during the previous prenatal examination, and Xia Tong was also trying hard to eat and supplement nutrition, but it never grew.

It's just that he didn't expect that the baby girl would be so small, so small that it would be fragile.

"Go." He took a deep breath, suppressed the sharp pain in his chest, and waved his big hand, motioning for the nurse doctor to rush to the nursery.

The nurses and doctors nodded, did not dare to delay, and immediately pushed the incubator away.

When they passed by the butler and Lie Ying and the others, several people were sad when they saw the little baby.

They looked at the Night Thunder Lord and saw that the man's face was gloomy, and they all bowed their heads, not daring to make a sound.

Everyone waited outside for more than an hour, and Director Qiao, who was the chief surgeon, finally came out, she was still wearing a green surgical gown, took off her mask and walked in front of Ye Tingjue.

"Sir, don't worry, the operation went well, and the two children will be fine!"

Ye Tingjue's face was slightly cold, he bowed his head, and his tall body was about to walk to the operating room, what he wanted to see most now was Xia Tong, wanting to see if she was doing well.

"Sir......" Director Qiao shouted to stop him, "Sir, there is still a doctor who is dealing with Mrs. Ye's wounds, please wait for a while."

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Nightshade paused and didn't force his way in, he stood by the door, staring at the door of the operating room, not looking away for a moment.

He waited another half hour, Jun's face tightened and tightened, apparently losing patience, and when he was about to erupt, the door to the operating room finally opened.

A group of dozens of doctors and nurses poured out, pushing an operating cart, Xia Tong was lying on it, her eyes closed, her hands on a drip, and her face wearing an oxygen mask, obviously the anesthetic had not passed.

"Xia Tong ......" Ye Tingjue stepped forward, frowned at the woman's pale little face, his black eyes were a little red, he held her hand, felt that the woman's hand was slightly icy, and his handsome face instantly sank even more terrifyingly, "How did you operate on her?" She's so cold!? ”

Night Thunder Lord roared angrily, and the anger came very suddenly, startling everyone present, and the doctors and nurses were a little stunned for a while, but they all stopped, lowered their heads and didn't dare to squeak.

Ye Tingjue glanced at everyone, his eyes lit up, and his gaze stopped on Xia Tong's face for a moment, before he restrained some of his anger and waved his hand.

Everyone received the instructions and hurriedly continued to push the operating cart forward.

Soon Xia Tong was pushed back to the VIP ward, and Ye Tingjue personally carried her back to the bed, because her abdomen was wrapped in bandages, so the man's movements were extremely gentle, and his wrists tried not to exert force, so as not to hurt her.

The nurses put all the instruments and equipment on the C, and the doctors also explained some things, and everyone left.