He is more fickle than Fengyue

"Qianqian is kind, she was pleading for you before entering the operating room, but you slandered her and poured dirty water on her, you are not worthy to be her sister at all."

The scalp was pulled, and Bo Yan almost spat out from the pain, her eyes were full of tears, "Song Qianqian is kind?"

"Lu Beichen, when will you open your eyes and see clearly? Song Qianqian is not as weak and pure as you think and needs your protection. She is full of tricks."

"Shut up!" Lu Beichen's eyes turned violently red in an instant, "The evidence is solid, how dare you argue?"

"Bo Yan, I advise you to hurry up and pray that the baby in Qianqian's stomach is okay, otherwise I will not let you and the Bo family go."

See, this is her husband, whether physically or mentally, always facing other women, leaving her only indifference and cruelty.

Frustration that has never been felt before, wrapping layers of thin smoke, "Trust me once, is it that difficult?"

The hospital was dim and dark, and Bo Yan's eyes were shining brightly, they were tears full of despair and desolation, Lu Beichen was suddenly stunned.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, when the door of the operating room was suddenly pushed open.

The nurse rushed over, "Mr. Lu, Ms. Song is bleeding heavily. She has a special blood type. There is no plasma for her in the blood bank."

"Please contact immediate family members with the same blood type as her, otherwise Miss Song's life will be lost."

Bo Yan's heart tightened, and she instinctively wanted to escape, but her wrist was grabbed first.

Turning around, Lu Beichen's face was filled with darkness, which was so ruthless that it was frightening, "Bo Yan, how dare you run?"

"Lu Beichen, let me go." Bo Yan struggled, "You think I don't know what you're thinking, don't even think about it, I won't give Song Qianqian a blood transfusion, why should she?"

"Since she is bleeding heavily now, her life or death is in doubt because of you, you should pay it back." Lu Beichen pushed her into the operating room, and said coldly, "She was pumped, her blood type is the same as Qianqian."

"I want to smoke as much as I want, I just want Qianqian to live, understand?"

Bo Yan couldn't believe it, her apricot eyes stared sharply, "Lu Beichen, you are afraid of Song Qianqian's death, isn't my life worthless?"

"Bo Yan, you are not qualified to be compared with Qianqian, death will be cheap for you." After saying that, Lu Beichen brutally closed the door of the operating room, blocking Bo Yan from sight.

The moment the door closed, Bo Yan wanted to laugh, but tears flowed down her face.

Over the years, she has given Lu Beichen unreservedly, but the other party wants to kill her, which is too ironic.

Bo Yan was forced to draw [-] milliliters of blood, and the bright red blood flowed out continuously along the pipe. From the initial resistance and struggle, she gradually lost strength, and finally could not move.

"Doctor Zhang, do you still smoke? She is about to pass out, and she might die if she smokes again."

"What are you afraid of? This hospital belongs to Mr. Lu. If he dies, we won't be able to worry about him. But something happened to Ms. Song. We are so afraid that we will lose our lives. Don't you understand which is more important?"

It turned out that even the doctor knew that Song Qianqian was Lu Beichen's treasure, and as for her Bo Yan, she was nothing.

Bo Yan closed her eyes with a wry smile. She didn't know how long she had been in a coma. When she woke up, her entire respiratory system was filled with the smell of disinfectant.

This smell is too familiar to Bo Yan, Bo Nian was in poor health when he was a child, and was hospitalized every three days, Bo Yan was used to staying in the hospital.

She is not dead yet.

A nurse was changing the infusion bottle nearby, Bo Yan opened his mouth, his voice was hoarse and weak, "I, how long have I been in a coma?"

The nurse glanced at her and snorted coldly, "Life is so hard, Mr. Lu was furious, and we all suffered accordingly."

Suddenly, he had a splitting headache, nausea rushed up, Bo Yan ignored the other party's malicious voice, pulled out the needle, stumbled towards the bathroom, threw up while hugging the toilet.

This vomit, the sky was dark, the stomach was searched, and the stomach juice was vomited out, it was more uncomfortable than letting her die.

So this is the advanced stage of brain cancer, so the disease will deteriorate so fast?Does she not have much time left, half a year, three months or less?

Bo Yan collapsed on the ground with sad eyes, what will Bo Nian do then?His father didn't want him, and he lost his mother. How should he live?

No, Bo Yan, you have to pull yourself together, and you must give up the yearly entrustment before you die.

Bo Yan supported the wall and walked out of the bathroom. The nurse had already left, and the ward was quiet. Bo Yan took out her coat and put it on outside the hospital gown, and dragged the sick body away.

Passing through a ward, the crying attracted Bo Yan's attention, "My child, brother Beichen, I don't believe it, is my child really gone?"

"Brother Beichen, tell me, you are lying to me, right?"

Bo Yan's footsteps faltered, and she watched her beloved husband tenderly embrace another woman in her arms, feeling sorry for her, "Qianqian, I'm sorry, there will be children in the future, I promise."

Heartache feels like death, but that's all.

Bo Yan thought viciously, it would be best to transfer her own cancer cells to Song Qianqian during the blood transfusion, and let her die together.

"Sister?" Song Qianqian's delicate voice sounded in her eardrums.

With this shout, Lu Beichen also found her, "Bo Yan, get out of here!"

Bo Yan refused, but was forcibly brought in front of them by the bodyguards, "Lu Beichen, I have given Song Qianqian a blood transfusion, and she is alive and well, what else do you want?"

The pitiful voice sounded first, "Sister, don't blame Brother Beichen."

Song Qianqian leaned against Lu Beichen's arms, extremely weak, and cried until her voice was hoarse, "If you want to blame it, blame me, it's all my fault, it's because I had a miscarriage and lost too much blood, that's why you gave me a blood transfusion."

"Brother Beichen, don't blame my sister. This child shouldn't have come into the world. You and my sister are husband and wife. My sister hates him and hates him. I can understand her desire to have him disappear."

"Stop acting!" Bo Yan couldn't bear it anymore, "Song Qianqian, you know the truth in your heart!!"

"You don't have to pretend to be an innocent little white rabbit in front of me, I won't eat Lu Beichen's suit!!"

Song Qianqian seemed to be hurt, her eyes were full of tears, her voice was choked up, and she was extremely wronged, "I feel so sad, so this is how my sister looks at me?"

Bo Yan was so disgusted that she wanted to vomit, "Is it over?"

"Your Majesty!"

The two characters that were negatively measured to the bone caused the surrounding temperature to drop suddenly.