Lure from a wealthy family: The devil’s president can’t get enough

Jun Shaoqing's condition is deteriorating.

When Xue Qi came out of the ward, his whole body collapsed, and he leaned against the wall and slowly closed his eyes.

We have finally come to this point, how can we persist in two months?

Touching the phone, she connected to Zhuang Deyue's number.

"Old Zhuang, Young Master Jun's hearing has also disappeared, and he's been bleeding lately."

Zhuang Deyue closed the medical book at hand, looked up at Ruirui who was playing in the living room: "I'll be right there."

After meeting Annie, Zhuang Deyue realized that his family had received such great kindness from Mu Xingyao. He was studying Jun Shaoqing's illness every day. The immune system disease was too complicated, and it was very serious whether it was mild or severe. Difficult to treat.

"Nini, come here."

When Zhuang Deyue was about to go out, he called Annie to the study and gave some instructions before leaving.

Annie handed the child to her grandmother and left the villa in a hurry. One of the grandparents and grandchildren went straight to the hospital, and the other rushed to Mu Xingyao's villa.

In the hospital, Jun Shaoqing leaned against the window and looked out, everything soaked in the autumn sunshine, his expression became profound and erratic.

When the door was pushed open, he didn't hear any sound at all, and his world suddenly became quiet.

Looking at the phone, he really wanted to hear Mu Xingyao's voice, but he couldn't pick it up after his fingers trembled a few times, his sense of hearing disappeared, and he knew it from the moment he met Xue Qi downstairs.

I can no longer hear Mu Xingyao calling me Shaoqing, I can't hear An An calling me Daddy anymore, I can't even hear the cry of an unborn child, if I miss An An, I will miss this time again , he felt that a big piece was missing in his life after all, and he couldn't make up for it.

Xue Qi walked up to Jun Shaoqing and patted him on the shoulder.

Looking back, Xue Qi raised his eyebrows slightly.

Xue Qi pointed to the hospital bed.

Jun Shaoqing returned to the hospital bed and sat down, raised his head and nodded slightly to Zhuang Deyue, pondered for a while, and pointed to the pen and paper on the table.

Xue Qi understood immediately, took a pen and paper and put it in front of Jun Shaoqing.

Jun Shaoqing looked up at Zhuang Deyue and smiled apologetically, wrote a few words and handed it to Zhuang Deyue.

The handwriting is vigorous and powerful, but the words are full of desolation: "How long can I live? Can I see the children born?"

Fingers tightened, Zhuang Deyue's heart suffocated, he has dealt with patients all his life, he has seen all kinds of patients, and what makes him take action, which one is easy?

But no one can make him touch his personal emotions.

Yes, that's right, the duty of doctors is to save lives and heal the wounded, but they have always been very calm, even when facing death, they are indifferent, because they are the closest people to death and new life.

Even if the patient's life ends, the doctor can say to the patient's family members: "We did our best, please mourn."

In fact, even the last sentence of condolences is humanistic care, they just need to do their best.

It is said that doctors are indifferent. It is just that we look at this matter with personal feelings. In fact, they have done their duty. They can cure diseases but not save lives. Doctors are not gods, and they cannot turn things around.

However, Zhuang Deyue, who knew this well, was moved by his personal feelings at this moment. Facing this young and even handsome face, his heart seemed to be pressed down by a boulder, and he carefully considered every word in his mind.

It took a long time before I brought over a pen and paper: "Follow the doctor's advice, there may be a chance of survival."

Jun Shaoqing watched him write, his eyes fixed on the trajectory of his pen, and finally smiled faintly.

Follow the doctor's advice?Will Xue Qi let himself look at the little things?I'm afraid Mr. Zhuang will let himself not go, right?So what qualifications does he have to consider himself the father of the child?

When the little thing conceived An An, he thought it was a farewell to the little thing, but he didn't know that it was because of An An's arrival that it brought her a catastrophe. God saved her and his child with open eyes, and that At that time, he thought that all this belonged to him, and he had to take it back and protect it.

How naive was I then?If you love someone, don't you know her preferences?Don't know what she wants?

Even if he tried his best to make up for it, what did he do?

Little thing wanted pure love, he put on a mask to protect him every step of the way, and almost lost to himself, if little thing was braver at that time and chose to leave with the cheetah, what would he have left?

He always thought that he loved her deeply, but in the end he lost her again and again. Who would understand this feeling?

After parting from life and death, she never left her by her side. Even if she had forgotten everything, she would still be willing to lie on the cold operating table and give birth to hope for herself. How much did he owe this woman?

I'm afraid it's not clear from life to life.

He is not afraid of death, he is afraid that he will not be able to face it without such a stubborn her. After waking up again, he wants to cherish her, but he is getting more and more powerless, more and more powerless! !

"If you can keep calm and stay in the hospital for rest, maybe you won't come so soon." Zhuang Deyue wrote a small note and handed it to Jun Shaoqing.

Jun Shaoqing closed his eyes. When he woke up, the first thing he wanted to do was to make An An come back safely, and then to find the murderer. He had been fighting all his life, fighting back and forth just in exchange for the comfort of the people he cared about. Stable, so, how can you stay calm and recuperate in the hospital?

The old father seldom came to see him, and he didn't even dare to appear in front of the little things. Others might not understand, but he understood that it was the fear after repeated losses, which made the old man who was over sixty cower in a far away place and deceive himself. .

An An finally started negotiating with Yang Gan at a young age. It was supposed to be a happy childhood, but what happened?No matter how brilliant Jun Shaoqing is, so what?Is there anyone around you who is really happy and happy?

A man's tears, after being endured no matter how much he endured, finally rolled down the corners of his eyes.

Just as Xue Qi was about to speak, the door was pushed open. Seeing Mu Xingyao standing at the door with her huge belly supported, Xue Qi froze.

Zhuang Deyue sighed, watching Mu Xingyao walk in with Wu Ma's support, she stood up and gave up her seat.

Mu Xingyao sat across from Jun Shaoqing and looked at him, just quietly watching the teardrops in the corners of his eyes rolling down his cheeks, very slowly, as if she was attached to every inch of his skin, she raised her hand and stopped in mid-air, His eyes fell on the note he was holding.

Taking it over naturally, Jun Shaoqing thought it was Xue Qi, and didn't resist, let alone opened his eyes, crying has already thrown away a man's bottom line, how can he open his eyes?

Mu Xingyao looked at the few short sentences above, and then looked at Xue Qi.

"Sister-in-law."

"Hush!" Mu Xingyao raised her hand to stop Xue Qi, she didn't want him to disturb Jun Shaoqing.

Xue Qi's eyes were red, and he shook his head: "Sister-in-law, brother's hearing has also disappeared."

"Oh, then you guys go out." Mu Xingyao said softly without too much emotion...