Spoiled Star Wife: President, I Surrender

"Our baby will be fine."

It was obviously just a thing that looked like a cold, but it directly sent the baby to the hospital until now, every three or five days there were some critical situations, and now the critical illness notice was issued directly, Lu Qinghuan held the paper with trembling hands The critical illness notice was like holding her own critical illness notice.

"I feel my heart hurts..."

Lu Qinghuan, who had recovered quite a bit from the outside just now, heard what the doctor said just now, and now her heart is even more serious than when she was in Gu Xincheng's ward just now. It feels like someone has cut her chest open , as if the heart was pulled out alive.

"what happened to you?"

Bao Yanchen carefully protected Lu Qinghuan in his arms, while watching the news from the emergency room, he carefully observed Lu Qinghuan's current situation.

"This person's face is livid now, why don't you wait here? But her condition doesn't look like a normal collapse..." The little nurse passing by saw Lu Qinghuan's condition and stepped forward to say.

"She said she had a bad heart..."

Bo Yanchen didn't raise his head, he couldn't leave the emergency room now, after all, the doctor told him to stay here before going in.

"Heart pain? Then this can't be delayed, why don't I send this lady for an examination first?"

This little nurse was very warm-hearted. Bo Yanchen knew that he couldn't leave here now, so he handed Lu Qinghuan to the little nurse with some worries, and then a bed cart came over, and Lu Qinghuan was pushed away by these people.

Along the way, Lu Qinghuan couldn't feel her own existence at all. She seemed to be able to see things, but she didn't seem to be able to. She felt extremely difficult to breathe, as if all the oxygen on the earth had disappeared.

And the crowds of people around me will be more and less for a while...

"We have fully understood the condition of the wife and the baby, and have given a medical plan. May I ask whose condition you are going to listen to first?"

The doctor took off his white mask tiredly, and looked at Bao Yanchen with a depressed expression.

"Are both of them in very bad condition?"

"It's like this. The baby has inherited Ms. Lu's condition, and has a little congenital defect. In addition, the baby is small, so he doesn't have any antibodies. At the same time, foreign vaccines are not perfect, which caused him to have this disease, but the baby Her condition is no longer serious, as for Miss Lu..."

The doctor sighed regretfully, and looked at Bao Yanchen meaningfully:
"Miss Lu's situation is not optimistic, even very dangerous."

"How is she now? What's the matter?" Bao Yanchen took a step forward, grabbed the doctor's collar with both hands, and asked with fiery eyes.

"President, calm down first, Ms. Lu must often suffer from heart pain, right?"

The doctor cleared his throat and continued: "With her current condition, if we go to perform heart reconstruction surgery on her, the chance of success is not high. Now the only treatment is a heart transplant."

Although heart transplants are only cases that have appeared in medical journals, there is nothing that people like Bo Yanchen and the others can't do with money.

"Aren't you sure?"

"We are just a small hospital in the backcountry. How can we be sure? If we have to do this surgery, we can only go to the capital. We can't guarantee the success rate at that time. After all, there are too few heart transplant experts now. In addition, the risk is too high, and we don't know if Ms. Lu can survive, but if we don't perform a heart transplant, we will be powerless, and we will only live for a few more days."

Could it be that Lu Qinghuan has heart failure now?
Bo Yanchen never thought that the news she was waiting for would be such a bolt from the blue. There are very few successful heart transplants in the world, most of them died on the operating table, and Lu Qinghuan...

"Can she wake up now?"

This woman has always been a very strong woman, what if she is allowed to make her own decision?

Although it's not humane to do so, Lu Qinghuan has always been a person who wants to control his own destiny. If he doesn't tell her about this, it will be difficult for Bao Yanchen to make up his mind.

This matter is related to Lu Qinghuan's life!
This woman who had been with her day and night for 10 years, she didn't realize that Lu Qinghuan had a heart problem!
Damn her!

"To tell you the truth, Miss Lu basically...maybe after a week or two, there is still a possibility of her coming back."

The doctor finally waved his hand, and left in a white coat, leaving only Bao Yanchen thinking on the spot.

What the doctor said just now means that if Lu Qinghuan is not around, if the heart transplant operation is performed in the near future, they should not be able to survive, and now they can only rely on drugs to hang their lives.

Bo Yanchen walked slowly into the ward. Lu Qinghuan was lying on the hospital bed like a sleeping baby. Apart from his complexion, wearing a ventilator on his face and various tubes inserted into his body, it seemed that he really was like a baby. A slumbering Sleeping Beauty.

"Can you hear me?"

Bo Yanchen blinked his eyes and raised his head desperately, not wanting to let the tears flow down.

"Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

In the end, he still couldn't hold it back. At the moment when his tears flowed down, Bo Yanchen wiped his eyes hard and sniffed his nose: "Do you know? Our child has survived the catastrophe, and now he is a healthy and lively child again." Now, in half a month, he can be pushed out of the small garden for a walk."

Bo Yanchen, who has always been tearful, is crying like a helpless child at this moment. The people he cherishes in his life are lying strong on the cold hospital bed one by one, but helplessly resisting the devil.

And although he wanted to share it, he couldn't do anything about it. If possible, he hoped that the person lying on this cold hospital bed was not Lu Qinghuan but him. In this case, even if he was really beaten to death by the illness, what would it matter? Woolen cloth?

In the middle of the night, in the corridor of the hospital, Bo Yanchen, who was already half drunk, was still holding a half bottle of whiskey in his hand. The assistant next to him had been making continuous calls, I don't know how many calls:

"President, this Dr. John also said that she can't do it at this time, and there are few cases of successful heart transplants in the world. This Dr. John has not performed the operation himself, she is only a theoretical expert. Moreover, even if this operation can be performed, it is necessary to find a heart with a very suitable type, and it is necessary to install the heart in the rescued person's body within half an hour of the patient's brain death, so that the heart has a chance to survive. survive."