Wealthy Child Bride: Hello, Mr. President

   "I want a hammer, please Aunt Liu, hurry up."

   Aunt Liu ran to find a hammer for her, Han Xiaoye took the hammer and slammed it on the door lock. The brute force she used made her mouth go numb, and the hammer in her painful hand almost fell off several times. She was stubborn and didn't let go, and smashed harder than ever.

   "Boom!" The door opened with a clanging sound of metal hitting the ground.

   Aunt Liu broke in first.

   "Madam?! God..." She hurried to the bed.

  Feng Yaqin fainted under the bed with her eyes closed, her lips blue and white. Aunt Liu was so frightened that she hurriedly called Han Xiaoye, "Xiaoye, Xiaoye, hurry up! Madam, she fainted!"

  Han Xiaoye saw it, her face suddenly turned pale, her nerves were buzzing, she clenched her hands and tried to calm down.

   "Aunt Liu, hold on to her, can you find it?"

   "I found it."

   "Okay, that's it, yes, hold Aunt Feng Zhong first, and I'll go to the mobile phone to make an emergency call."

  Han Xiaoye turned around and ran to the bedroom, found the mobile phone that was still charging, and quickly dialed 120, repeatedly urging the ambulance to come quickly, and reported Qin Fang's name. After she got a positive answer, she hung up the phone. Then, with trembling fingertips, he turned to Baidu and checked Feng Yaqin's situation and what kind of emergency rescue he could do. After finding out, she ran downstairs again, filled a basin of water, wrung out a wet towel and placed it on Feng Yaqin's forehead, helping her keep cooling down.

  10 minutes later, the ambulance and the paramedics arrived outside the door in a hurry.

  The nurses and doctors worked together to put Feng Yaqin on the stretcher, put on the drip, and carried him into the ambulance. Han Xiaoye left Aunt Liu at home to look after the house. He didn't change his pajamas and kept up with the ambulance.

  The ambulance roared into the military hospital.

   The chief physician had been waiting outside. When the patient came, he immediately followed him and seized the time to check.

   "It's cerebral congestion, hurry up, move to the operating room."

   "Doctor, what's wrong with my mommy?" Han Xiaoye anxiously chased after the attending doctor. Although she did not study medicine, she had also heard of cerebral congestion. In her impression, this disease was very serious, and it was very likely to kill people!

  Feng Yaqin may die...

  Han Xiaoye's heart trembled, his face pale as paper.

   "She suffered from sudden cerebral congestion. I still need to check the specific situation. When it is confirmed, I will let the assistant doctor tell you that you will also need to sign the consent form for the operation."

   "Is the surgery risky?" Han Xiaoye involuntarily tugged at his sleeve, his eyes widened, and anyone could feel her trembling.

   Seeing that she was still young, the doctor nodded impatiently, "There are risks."

   "Is that big? How big?"

How to do?

   What is she going to do?

   The risk of the operation is so great, and the little uncle and the eldest uncle are not here, what should she do?

   "The specific risk, the assistant doctor will tell you later. This family member, when the operating room arrives, can you let go of your hand first? If the treatment time is delayed, the risk factor of the patient's surgery will also increase."

  Han Xiaoye immediately released his hand when he heard the increase.

   A group of medical staff who hula la pushed Feng Yaqin in.

boom--

   The surgery door was closed, and she was completely blocked from the outside.

Han Xiaoye paced outside twice, and sat on a waiting chair for a few minutes. The more she thought about it, the more uneasy she felt, and the more she regretted it. She knew that Aunt Feng was in a bad mood these two days. Why not pay more attention? If she had paid more attention, this would not have happened. If Aunt Feng has three long and two short, what should she do?

  Han Xiaoye really doesn't know.

  The feeling of being outside the operating room is like returning to the day her mother died when she was 16 years old.

   That feeling of being so anxious, yet powerless, is really **** uncomfortable!

   She curled up and hugged her knees, her eyes were red, and her whole body was trembling slightly.

   Suddenly.

  The trembling man was agitated, and in a panic, he took out his mobile phone from his pajama pocket, and hurriedly called Fu Xiao, Mo Xiaxia, and Fu Zhiyan.

   She called Fu Xiao and Mo Xiaxia first, and both of them said they would come over immediately. Finally, I called Fu Zhiyan. The first time I got through, no one answered. She sniffed and called again. The second time it rang several times before connecting. As soon as it was connected, Han Xiaoye twitched the corners of his mouth and said first, "Little uncle, are you in a meeting?"

"Yep."

"Mummy fainted. I took her to the hospital. The doctor said that she might have suffered from sudden cerebral congestion and might need surgery. I have informed my uncle and Xia Xia. They will come soon. How about you, when will you be? come over?"

   Her voice was trembling, but she spoke clearly.

  Fu Zhiyan suddenly stood up, ignoring the attention of the group of people in the conference room, picked up his suit jacket, and said in a deep voice, "Where are you now?"

   "Military District Hospital, I'm waiting for the doctor to confirm Mommy's condition."

   "Wait for me there, I'll come right over."

   "Okay." Han Xiaoye agreed quickly, but she asked again, "Little uncle, if Mommy really needs surgery due to sudden cerebral congestion, I...I...I can just sign it?"

   "I'm afraid that waiting for you to come will delay the operation time. I am also a direct family member. I should be able to sign the consent form for the operation? In case..."

   In case the operation is unsuccessful, she...

  Han Xiaoye immediately cut off the thoughts in his head, gritted his teeth, and took a deep breath, "Anyway, I will try to wait for you to come. However, if an operation is to be performed, I want to sign it immediately. Uncle, is it okay?"

  In first aid, time is everything.

  Fu Zhiyan is a mature man, he knows how much pressure the little hooligan is under to say that he decides to sign the consent form for the surgery as soon as possible. Once Feng Yaqin's operation fails, not to mention the hooligan's psychological difficulty, the pressure from her family is enough for her to endure. She clearly knew that, but she still asked herself if she could sign it as soon as possible, which showed that she was treating Feng Yaqin as her mother.

  Fu Zhiyan narrowed his eagle eyes fiercely, "Yes."

  Han Xiaoye breathed a sigh of relief, and after hanging up Fu Zhiyan, she called Qin Fang again, explained the situation to him, and asked him to come over to see if he could help. She thought very simply. After all, it is a relationship with the society. Qin Fang is the vice president here. If Feng Yaqin really wants to perform surgery, at least the doctor who performed the surgery, Qin Fang can help find some better techniques.

   After everything is arranged.

   The door to the operating room opened.

  The assistant doctor came out in a hurry, holding a contract-like piece of paper. Han Xiaoye's heart sank, and he already knew the situation. She stood up and, before the assistant doctor said, took the ballpoint pen stuck in his chest, and signed the final consent.