Marriage is not out of date: the president's wife is polite

"hiss---"

There was a sudden sound of brakes, causing people around to look at the car that made the sound.

"Small!"

Mu Wan'an was startled by the sound of the brakes, and then realized Song Xiaosi.

Pray that Song Xiaosi is fine.

Unexpectedly, what she saw when she turned her head almost made her lose her soul.

"Xiao Si!" She shouted Song Xiaosi's name heartbreakingly.

The bright car stopped there.Song Xiaosi was lying alone in a pool of blood, Mu Wan'an desperately stripped away the crowd, and hugged Song Xiaosi in his arms.

She desperately called Song Xiaosi's name, trying to wake him up, but to no avail.

"120! 120! Call an ambulance!"

The people around were very enthusiastic and helped Mu Wan'an call an ambulance.

The person in the car broadcasts a call: "Operation failed."

At this time, there were more and more people around, and they also surrounded the car that committed the crime, fearing that the car that caused the accident would escape, this small move moved Mu Wan'an a little.

Song Jiajia, who had just driven over, found that a car accident had occurred not far ahead, which had blocked the normal driving road, so she got out of the car to check what happened.

"Good night!"

Song Jiajia could tell that the most heart-piercing voice in the crowd was none other than Mu Wan'an's.She couldn't be more familiar.

She had already realized that Song Xiaosi must have been the person involved in the car accident.

She squeezed in from the crowd. Even though she had expected all this, Song Jiajia still couldn't hold back her tears when she saw all this. She covered her mouth and cried.

A child was bleeding all over the floor, and Mu Wan'an was crying so hard that Song Jiajia couldn't control herself.

Seeing that the crowd had already controlled the vehicle that caused the accident, Song Jiajia saw that the owner of the car had been cowering in the car and refused to come out. She wiped away the tears just now, and opened the door from the outside: "Get out!"

"Are you fucking blind! How do you drive!"

Song Jiajia cried while cursing.

"The child rushed out by himself."

The man who was pulled out by Song Jiajia from the car was wearing a suit and looked like a successful person.

"Young man, you can't lie. I'm the one who buys balloons. The kid is waiting for his mother to buy balloons. He's standing by the side. He's very well behaved. A car suddenly rushes towards my stall. What do you do? Can you leave the responsibility to the children?" The middle-aged man who bought the balloon saw the heartbroken Mu Wan'an, and couldn't help standing up to speak for her.

The perpetrator did not respond and remained silent.

It's like having a backing.

"The police are here!" Soon, the police and the ambulance rushed to the scene, and Mu Wan'an and Song Jiajia followed the ambulance to the hospital.

"We want to temporarily impound your car, please follow us back to the police station for investigation."

The perpetrator still didn't give any explanation. When the onlookers saw the police coming, the man who caused the accident was also taken away by the police car and dispersed one after another.

An accident may be just a show to these bystanders, but to Mu Wan'an, it is a more painful thing than death.

"Song Bingjue! Song Bingjue! Come to the hospital!"

This was the first time Song Bingjue heard Song Jiajia's cry, and he had an ominous premonition.

"What's the matter goodnight?"

Before he could react in time, he picked up the car keys and walked out while talking on the phone with Song Jiajia.

"It's not good night! It's Xiaosi! Xiaosi was in a car accident and is being rescued now!" When Song Jiajia said this, Song Bingjue had already descended to the 12th floor.

"I'll be right there."

Hearing this news, Song Bingjue's heart skipped a beat.

After getting out of the elevator, he walked quickly, and ran straight away within two steps.

Along the way, his speed has reached [-] mph.

"Xiao Si, Xiao Si, don't worry about anything." Song Bingjue prayed in his heart, after all, he still had something to hide from Song Xiaosi.

At the door of the operating room, there were Mu Wan'an's silent crying and Song Jiajia's sadness.

"It's all my fault! I didn't take a good look at Xiaosi! If I had been holding her hand, he wouldn't have had an accident! He's only so young, why did he have to go through this kind of thing, why wasn't I the one who got into a car accident!"

She was in a trance at this moment, and she looked pale and weak when she leaned on Song Jiajia's shoulder.

"Small."

She kept calling Song Xiaosi's name.

At this moment, Song Bingjue had also rushed to the door of the operating room of the hospital. Seeing Mu Wan'an sitting there in despair, covered in blood, his already restless heart ached even more.

Song Bingjue knew that the sadness in Mu Wan'an's heart at this time was comparable to his own, so he didn't blame Mu Wan'an, and he didn't ask about Song Xiaosi's situation, but just squatted down in front of Mu Wan'an to say some comfort to Mu Wan'an if.

"It's okay, Stoudemire will be fine."

But no matter how Song Bingjue tried to persuade him, it was useless to Mu Wan'an.The self-blame in her heart made her feel that she couldn't escape the blame.

At this critical moment, Mu Wan'an had already "fell down", but as a man, Song Bingjue must not deceive himself because of his sadness, he had more important things to do.

He called Song Jiajia aside.

"Tell me what happened."

Song Jiajia had never heard Song Bingjue's tone so cold, and his expression was cold like never before.

Yes, Song Bingjue used declarative sentences instead of interrogative sentences. He was already ordering Song Jiajia.

"When I arrived, the car accident had already happened. I heard the shouts of good night from the crowd. I went over and saw that Stoudemire's blood had flowed into rivers. Good night was holding him and crying non-stop." Song Jiajia said At the time, the tone was still a little choked up.But compared to Mu Wan'an who was already crying, she was much better.

"The man who hit someone didn't come out to apologize immediately, and I dragged him out of the car!" Thinking of this, Song Jiajia was still very angry: "Too fucking inhuman!"

"Wait!" Hearing this, Song Bingjue suddenly became serious, "You said, he didn't apologize immediately?"

Song Bingjue confirmed again.

"That's right! I scolded him, and I was so mad! He must have taken the opportunity to hit and run. Fortunately, everyone surrounded the car so that he couldn't escape!"

She narrated to Song Bingjue seriously.

"I see."

Song Bingjue seems to have noticed something, this does not look like a simple car accident.

He recalled something he did recently, could it be related?

Standing at the end of the corridor, Song Bingjue clenched his fists tightly, and the veins on the back of his hands were clearly visible, highlighting his anger.

"I must investigate clearly!" The anger in his eyes could no longer be concealed: "If Song Xiaosi has any troubles, don't think about it!"

"Who is the family member of the patient!"

The doctor came out of the operating room in a hurry, with a slightly breathless tone.

"I'm!"

"I'm!"

Mu Wan'an and Song Bingjue spoke at the same time.

"The patient is bleeding profusely and needs a blood transfusion. Our blood bank is out of stock today. It will be too late to wait for the blood source to arrive." The doctor saw both of them stand up: "Which one of you came in to give the patient a blood transfusion?"

"I'll go!" Song Bingjue instinctively took the first step.

Mu Wan'an didn't want to argue, she knew that she was not the child's biological mother, so she was not eligible for blood transfusion at all.

Song Bingjue took a look at Mu Wan'an, and nodded to her, meaning to reassure her that nothing will happen.

Mu Wan'an also nodded and responded to Song Bingjue.

"Come with me." The doctor first gave Song Bingjue a quick blood test.

Comparing Song Xiaosi's blood type, the doctor shook his head.

"You can't give a blood transfusion to a patient who has type B blood and you have type A blood."

Hearing this news, Song Bingjue was a little flustered. He was not worried that Song Xiaosi was not his child, but that Mu Wan'an would find out.

He originally wanted to find an opportunity to tell Mu Wan'an about this. If Mu Wan'an found out in this way, Mu Wan'an would definitely be even more angry.

Song Bingjue had a painful expression on his face, as if he had foreseen what was going to happen.

"Don't panic, there are many cases like this. If the father's blood type is different, then it will be the same as the mother's." Seeing that Song Bingjue was a little dazed, the doctor quickly explained.

The operating room room was pushed away again.

"The child has type B blood, and this gentleman has type A blood, so there is no way for a blood transfusion. Which of you has type B blood?"

Song Jiajia is type AB, so she didn't speak.

"Doctor, try me!" Although Mu Wan'an didn't know what blood type she was, she was very sure that she must have type B blood.

Hearing what Mu Wan'an said, Song Bingjue wanted to stop him, but saving Song Xiaosi was the most important thing now.

"Okay, come in with me."

After a while, the test was completed.

"Lie down."

Seeing the doctor let him lie on the bed next to Song Xiaosi, Mu Wan'an was very surprised with his young face: "Can I?"

The doctor's affirmative expression made Mu Wan'an feel unbelievable.

She was lying on the bed, watching the blood on her arm continuously flow into Song Xiaosi's body, she felt that the two of them were flowing the same blood at this moment.

The feeling at this moment was very miraculous, she suddenly felt that Song Xiaosi was her son.

When she and Shen Yu returned to France before, the thing she wanted to do the most was to ask Shen Yu to help her find her child, but she thought about everything, but ignored her closest people.

She began to wonder why Song Xiaosi had an inexplicable affection for her and could call her mother when they first met?
Why did I feel very cordial when I saw Song Xiaosi?Why does Song Xiaosi listen to himself so much?

All this made her feel unable to explain.

But the top priority is that Song Xiaosi can get well soon.

The more blood is pumped, 400ml is already the upper limit of the human body's one-time output.

Seeing that the doctor was about to pull out the needle, she was afraid that her blood would not be enough for Song Xiaosi, "Doctor, you can draw some more, I'm fine!"

"Enough is enough."

The doctor will not draw more blood from Mu Wan'an just because of her emotions, it will only cause one more person to suffer.

After a while, Mu Wan'an walked out clutching her arms, weak and weak.

He fell directly into Song Bingjue's arms.