Forced to become his stand-in wife

The nurse ran out in a hurry, and when she returned to the ward, she found no one there. After searching around again, she saw Qin Muyang smoking in the smoking area. Yes, or that there are so many.

"Mr. Qin, your younger brother is having a difficult labor. Here, please sign a critical illness notice."

Qin Muyang was smoking a cigarette and thinking about something, but when he heard the nurse's voice, he was slightly taken aback. He put down the cigarette in his hand and looked at the critical illness notice handed over, his eyes were gloomy like the sea.

"what happened?"

The nurse said anxiously: "The patient refuses to give birth. His condition is dangerous now. His lower body is bleeding profusely. His consciousness has collapsed. He must sign for an operation as soon as possible."

"It's time to use a knife to dig it out, but you guys have dragged it out until now." Qin Muyang said impatiently, but his hand holding the cigarette trembled, and he pressed the cigarette on the stone to extinguish it.

Qin Muyang took the paper and pen from the nurse and quickly signed his name.

"Will something happen to him?"

The nurse looked up at the handsome young man, a little confused about his emotions.

He is cruel and wants to kill the six-month-old child in the womb of his "brother", and when he hears that he can't give birth and has a difficult labor, he also makes sarcastic remarks.

Why do you suddenly ask now, will something happen to the patient?

Is he worried about the patient?

"It's hard to say." The nurse replied. In the past, if a family member asked such a question, the medical staff would say nothing to comfort the family member.

But today, the nurse couldn't help but wanted to answer him honestly: "If the patient doesn't have the will to survive, no one can save him."

Qin Muyang's breath suddenly became cold: "If you can't save her life, don't even think about opening this hospital."

The coldness on his body was so cold that it made people shiver. The nurse choked and went back tremblingly with the notice of critical illness.

At that time, Ling Qiu had already been sent to the operating table.

The nurse sent a critical illness notice and handed it to the doctor: "The patient's family has agreed to the caesarean section."

"Okay, I see."

The nurse's words clearly reached Ling Qiu's left ear, Ling Qiu's eyes were sour, and tears fell on the cold operating table.

The fetus in the abdomen was already stuck in the cervix, and the pelvis seemed to be crushed.

Ling Qiu snorted, and when he saw the doctor coming over with an anesthesia needle, he swung his hands upwards, his fingertips bumped into the needle tip, and his ten fingers felt pain in his heart.

"I want to go home, I don't want to kill the child"

The doctor pursed his lips with a complicated expression. It was the first time he saw a pregnant woman with such tenacious willpower. It was very difficult for a man to conceive. The uterus was smaller and thinner than that of a woman, and the pelvis was also narrower.

The pain of giving birth is like breaking the belly and pelvis, the pain is ten times that of a woman.

If it were someone else, I'm afraid he would have passed out long ago.

The stubborn willpower of the patient in front of him could only explain that he didn't want to kill the child.

But now that the baby has reached the cervix, there is no way to keep it. It can only be born, and it will die, but if it is not born, it will be suffocated in the abdomen, and the most serious thing is to kill two people.

Ling Qiu was still dying, clenched his eyebrows, grabbed the doctor's sleeve with all his strength, and sobbed in his voice: "Why don't you be a doctor who saves people?

Why won't you save my child?"

The doctor looked at him complicatedly: "Sir, if the child is not taken out as soon as possible, he will only die in your womb, and your situation will be very dangerous by then, and you may be dead."

He took good care of the six-month-old child, but now it turned out that he would die no matter what.

The last trace of strength in Ling Qiu's hands suddenly disappeared.

If he really wanted to die, then he would rather die with his child. He would rather die on this cold operating table than be by Qin Muyang's side.

Seeing that he was no longer struggling, the doctor immediately injected him with anesthesia.

Ling Qiu's eyes were half-closed, his pupils were a little dilated, and his eyes looked gray, as if all the light couldn't shine into his eyes. His thin hands were curled up, and only occasionally had slight twitches. He was already powerless to moan, pale and torn. His lips were pursed lightly, lifeless, and his protruding belly fell into a small ball in his lower abdomen, making him look pitiful.

The doctor took one look at him, then picked up the scalpel and began to perform a laparotomy.

The cold knife pierced into the flesh, and there was only a slight touch. Compared with the abdominal cramps, this pain was nothing at all.

The sound of flesh being cut was faintly transmitted to the ears.

The baby was taken out quickly, a crumpled ball, and the premature baby was so small that it was only the size of two open palms.

His body was flushed, his hands and feet were covered with skin, and he looked pitiful.

Ling Qiu remembered that it was normal for a newborn baby to cry, but why wouldn't his baby cry?

Ling Qiu, who was already exhausted, seemed to wake up suddenly, opened his eyes wide, and said in a hoarse voice: "Bring the child here and let me see it."

The doctor stood there holding the child without moving.

Although the child in his hand is only six months old, he can vaguely see the delicate features. If he can survive, he will grow up to be a handsome boy who harms girls again.There was a dead silence in the room, so quiet that it made one's scalp tingle.

Ling Qiu's half body was still bleeding, he rubbed against the doctor's direction with all his strength, his hands raised in mid-air, trying to hug the child.

"Doctor, you let me see my baby, you have taken it out of my belly, don't you want me to see him?"

The doctor's breath was stagnant, then he walked slowly towards Ling Qiu, and handed the child to him for him to see.

The child was still covered in blood, his delicate facial features were wrinkled together, and his face was pale and lifeless.

Ling Qiu's bloodless lips trembled twice, and he stretched out his right hand to gently touch the child's cold face.

there is no breath

With trembling hands, Ling Qiu gently wiped off the blood on the child's face, the sound of breathing trembled.

"Why is my baby silent?" Ling Qiu stared at the doctor half-madly and half-foolishly, and asked sadly.

"He's already..." The little nurse on the side had already cried out, and couldn't say the last dead word.

"He's already asleep, isn't he?" His originally numb body felt pain now, and the colic in his lower body spread all the way to his heart, which made him really feel what it means to feel pain like a knife.

"Look, how good-looking my baby is, just like his father"