My wife has always been timid

"I'm sorry, Mr. Mo, the operating room is very important, you are not allowed to go in."

"Why can't I go in!"

Mo Shaoqian tightly clenched his fists, his eyes fixed on the woman on the stretcher who was about to lose her vital signs.

The doctor shook his head and just pushed him by the shoulder to push him out the door.

The iron door of the operating room was quickly closed in front of Mo Shaoqian's eyes. He clenched his hands into fists and thumped the iron door of the operating room with a loud bang.

Why...why do good people commit suicide!

It seems that... she is still fine, and she can still fight against him. What a stubborn and strong woman she is, why can't she think about it?
Mo Shaoqian kicked the iron door of the operating room hard, as if he wanted to vent the boredom in his heart.

But he found that all the venting was useless, and the pain in his heart was not reduced by a single point.

Snapped!
Loud applause echoed in the corridor, he was slapped, and only then did he realize that there seemed to be someone standing in front of him, and a burning pain came from his cheek, and he knew that he had been slapped.

But the pain was not as good as half of my heart.

"What the hell did she do, I want to meet you in this life!" Su Qingcheng raised her hand again and waved at him with red eyes, as if she couldn't vent enough.

The high-waving hand was held by someone, and the man behind grabbed her waist.

His hands were pressed down, Fu Xiuyuan hugged her, and whispered comfort in her ear: "Don't be impulsive, it's useless to beat him now, Dai Xiaochun is rescuing him."

Su Qingcheng's eyes were red, and she glared viciously at the man standing opposite the wall.

Mo Shaoqian seemed to have lost his three souls and six souls. After being beaten, he just stood there quietly, looking at Su Qingcheng blankly, as if he had lost the ability to think of a normal person.

Blood bags were sent to the operating room one by one.

The nurses who came and went looked anxious, as if the patients in the operating room had been dragged away by death.

"Mo Shaoqian, you'd better pray that she's still alive."

someone said.

Pray that she is still alive... Finally, he fell powerlessly along the iron gate to the ground. At this moment, fear surged from all directions like sea water, almost swallowing him.

He was suddenly frightened.

He was afraid that Dai Xiaochun would not be able to get out.

As for why he was afraid, he didn't know, and he didn't dare to think about it.

Perhaps these three years of entanglement have not had no effect on him, or maybe he has not only resented and revenged her, but has become accustomed to having her life in his mind, and her shadow has been deeply engraved in his heart. his world.

Mo Shaoqian didn't dare to think about it, what would he do if Dai Xiaochun couldn't get out?
How should he live in the future?

What else could support his belief in living?Then resent Dai Xiaochun?

But Dai Xiaochun is dead, how should he resent?Can he still resent that poor woman!
Isn't resentment an excuse for his incompetence?

In this entanglement, he is innocent, but...he also has responsibilities that cannot be shirked. The love is not accomplished by her alone, and the child cannot be born by her alone. He also has an inescapable responsibility!

Mo Shaoqian hugged his head tightly, and there was a squeezing pain in his internal organs.

He looked at the operating room pleadingly, hoping that the god of death would show mercy and let Dai Xiaochun come out safely.

God, if you can hear his call, let Dai Xiaochun come out safe and sound.

He promised that he would never bully her again...

It seemed that God heard his sincere call, and with a bang, the iron door of the operating room was slowly opened.