The rich and expensive wife: Ji Shao, borrow a kiss

When they received a call from Bo's mother with weak signs of life, the two rushed back to Jiangcheng almost without stopping.

Returning to this city again, Bo Qing went straight to Jiaxin Nursing Home before he could sigh any Wenqing thought.

Bo's mother's situation has not improved, and Bo Qing is not worried from the bottom of her heart.

But doctors are not gods after all, even if she is anxious, there is nothing she can do.

In this case, doctors at home and abroad are similar. Although foreign medical skills are superb and there are many experts, but with Ji Hanying, many experts have been invited by him.

Specially look after Bo's mother, it is best to be able to wake her up.

However, although the ideal is beautiful, manpower may not be able to overcome the sky.

No one expected that Bo's mother's condition would suddenly deteriorate.

Outside the operating room, Bo Qing stood in the hospital corridor, pacing restlessly.

Frowning tightly, her heart seemed to be tormented on fire.

Unspeakable irritability and depression!

Suddenly, the door opened, and a man in a white coat came out.

Holding a folder in her hand, Bo Qing's heart skipped a beat.

"Miss Bo, Madam's situation is very critical now, we..."

Bo Qing didn't listen to the mechanical and cold words in his ears, but the words "critical situation" kept echoing in his head.

"Save, you must save me!"

Ji Hanying's roar came from beside him, and the doctor was so frightened that he shuddered and responded again and again.

Time passed bit by bit.

Bo Qing only felt his body go stiff, and the light in the operating room was turned off.

The moment the door opened, Bao Qing rushed forward.

"How's it going? How's my mother? She..."

The leading doctor took off his mask and smiled slightly, "Mrs. Bo is very strong and the operation was a success. As long as I get through today's dangerous period, I will be fine!"

"Miss Bo, Madam is being sent to the intensive care unit, you can go in and see her!"

"Really?" Bo Qing was overjoyed, a little overwhelmed with excitement.

"Yes!"

"Thank you, thank you!" Bo Qing quickly thanked her, curling her fingers into fists, suppressing the excitement in her heart.

After putting on the sterile clothes, Bo Qing came into the ICU.

Looking at the person in front of him who was covered with various tubes and wearing an oxygen breathing device, lying on the hospital bed, Bo Qing's eyes felt sour.

I opened my mouth, but didn't know what to say.

Even, I couldn't even call out my mother.

Throat dry, very uncomfortable!

In the end, he had no choice but to hold Bo Mu's hand and stay silent for a long time.

At the moment when she was about to turn around and leave, Bo Qing suddenly said: "I don't blame you for being weak, but if you dare to leave like this, I will not forgive you, never for the rest of my life!"

After the words fell, he turned and walked out the door.

The moment the door was closed, no one noticed that the person on the hospital bed moved his fingers slightly.

Yes, Bo Mu is weak!

If she wasn't weak, how could she be kicked out by the mistress after her father's death?

If she wasn't weak, how could she be lingering on the sick bed for many years, avoiding the world all the time, even unable to protect her own young daughter.

If she wasn't weak, how could her childhood be so miserable?

Bo's belongs to her biological father, but is occupied by her husband and mistress.

Lan Ting Bo's house is her natal family's old house. They were supposed to be the legitimate heirs, but they were driven away far away.

Bo's mother's condition is repeated, but she will not spend more than ten years in a nursing home.