Jing Xiangyang was a little dizzy, turned his head to look, and saw Aunt Shan and his parents rushing towards this end anxiously.
Yew struggled to develop a mad husband, "Yun Feng! What are you doing! Don't be like this, you are uncomfortable, but Xiangyang will not feel any better than you in his heart, don't be like this..."
While speaking, Yew couldn't help but cried bitterly while hugging her husband.
Xiaonan also kept wiping tears.
Seeing her son who was beaten and bruised, she said nothing but buried her in her husband's arms, and she cried more suddenly.
Jing Xiangyang took off his suit, put it on his arm casually, and wiped the blood that came out of his nose with his hand.
The nose is still a bit sore.
On the forehead, because of the slight car accident just now, blood is still oozing continuously.
Junyi's face was blue with purple.
He was a little embarrassed like this, but he still couldn't conceal his graceful and calm temperament.
He walked up to Xiaonan, "Mom, I'm going to smoke a cigarette..."
His throat was so hoarse that he could barely make a sound.
The eyebrows are closed tightly, hiding too much hurt and pain, and... guilt.
Xiaonan covered her mouth and nodded.
Then, he stretched out his hand and hugged his son tightly, "San'er will definitely get better, Jiren has his own life! We will accompany her through this difficult period..."
"Thank you mom!"
Jing Xiangyang's voice choked badly.
Reached out and hugged his mother heavily.
Letting go of his mother, Jing Xiangyang walked towards the smoking area.
From the back, so lonely, Xiaonan was so desolate that she was holding her for pain.
Jing Yixuan's big hand held his wife's small hand tightly, and he could feel her hand, a piece of cold, still in the palm of his hand, shaking fiercely...
Jing Xiangyang didn't know how long he stayed in the smoking area.
When Xiaonan came to look for him, she saw him sitting there alone.
She kept smoking, shedding tears, wiping tears, and then she couldn't help crying... Xiaonan had never seen her son so fragile.
Even when he was a child, when he was sent to the chemotherapy cabin, he was strong with a smile.
The first time I saw him cry like this, Xiaonan couldn't help crying with her mouth covered, but didn't dare to push the door in and disturb him.
He knew that his son must be the most uncomfortable in his heart.
The woman she loves so much is hanging by a thread because of herself.
Even if it wasn't intentional, I have to say that the culprit is also him!
He needs the repressed emotions in his heart more than anyone...
—In the emergency room —
The white light sifted down and hit Yun Jing's pale face, which made her childish face less angry.
The blood keeps pouring from the inside out of the body...
The doctors were busy pumping her blood.
The ticking sound of instruments resounded throughout the nervous emergency room.
On the operating table, Yun Jing could clearly feel a heat current disappearing from her body... and her body was getting colder, numb, and stiff... She felt that she was about to die.
That weak and light feeling made her panic...
The past, like a screening, kept running through her mind.
When I was fifteen...
He took his girlfriend home for the first time.
That night, she almost **** with him. He hugged her and kept calling the girl's name. Finally, he drove her out of the house madly and let her rain in the middle of the night... Two years ago...
He wandered back and forth between her and the woman.
In the end, she wins and she leaves...
He said that the person he loved has always been her, that woman named You Qian!
And just now...
As if for an instant, it was back to the past.
Back in the three-person relationship.
Especially shallow...
To Yun Jing, he was as sensitive as a thorn.
A thorn pierced in the heart, only touched, the whole body convulsed / spasm.
The thorn, the piercing is too deep, and you want to pull it out, unless... deboning!
Yun Jing was lying on the icy operating table, everything around it seemed to be cold.
And her body is getting colder and colder...
Gradually, it seemed that even breathing became difficult...
The body is getting lighter and lighter...
The thoughts in his mind gradually became more and more disordered.
…
At this moment, the emergency room was full of people.
Jing Xiangyang, Yunfeng, Yew, Jing Yixuan, and Xiaonan.
Xiang Qing was not there.
I haven't come back since I went out, and I haven't contacted the person for two days.
As for Yun Jing's grandmother and grandmother, naturally they didn't dare to notify them, for fear of shocking the elderly.
Time, every minute, every second...
For these people outside, it's like living like a year.
Every second, it's like a needle, walking around, hitting it hard on the tip of my heart... It makes everyone breathless.
An hour passed...
Two hours passed...
finally…
The lights in the emergency room dimmed.
With a sound of "Wow", the door was pushed open from the inside.
Several doctors in white coats came out from inside.
"Doctor, how is the situation?"
All the people rushed forward.
The doctor took off his mask and said, "Don’t worry, everyone. Good news, the patient has finally passed this difficult time, but you have to be clear... The child in the stomach is definitely gone."
All of them felt relieved, but there was an unspeakable feeling in their hearts.
Especially Jing Xiangyang.
child…
This was the first crystallization of love between them, but in the end, it was not destined for them after all.
Soon, Yun Jing was pushed out of the operating room by the doctors.
She was still asleep and did not wake up.
His complexion was pale, and he couldn't find a half of the blood, but the beautiful cherry mouths on weekdays are now glowing with a black color that makes people feel distressed.
It looks so weak that it doesn't seem to be angry.
Upon seeing this, Yew and Xiaonan couldn't help crying.
After Yun Feng learned of Yun Jing's situation, his emotions calmed down a lot.
As long as you are still alive, it is better than anything!
Jing Xiangyang stood at the end of the crowd, looking at Yun Jing who was lying on the hospital bed, his chest was like an invisible hand stirring his heart... It was so stuffy and painful that he couldn't breathe at all.
…
Inside the VVIP ward—
Since it is a special period, Yun Jing needs absolute silence, so she can only stay at most two people in her room at a time.
Jing Xiangyang picked up a chair and sat on the edge of the bed.
She lifted her little hand from the quilt and placed it in her palm.
It was obviously a hot day, but her little hands were still as cold as ice.
That kind of ice cold, like a sharp knife, pierced his heart, making him suffocate for a long time.
He breathed heavily, pressed her little hand on his cheek, and his eyes were already flushed, "I'm sorry... for making you suffer with me. I'm sorry, San'er..."
His hoarse voice was a little choked.
Thin lips, one after another, the back of her hand feels distressed, "I'm such a bastard! Even the important thing two years ago was completely forgotten by me..."
"When you wake up, hit me, okay? That's too jerk, isn't it? I can forget so thoroughly on such an important night! You really deserve to be beaten."
Jing Xiangyang held her little hand and rubbed it on his bruised and swollen cheek.
"If you can open your eyes and see me now, you will definitely feel refreshed. You must know that I have never been as embarrassed as I am now in more than 30 years..."
"However, I have never felt so painful or afraid as I am today!"
The tears at the bottom of his eyes wet his black eyes again, "It really scared me today!"
He whispered with a trembling voice, his thin lips kept kissing the back of Yun Jing's little hand, "I'm so afraid that you will leave me... I'm so scared..."
He leaned over, leaned close to her, held her pale cheek, and for a moment, lowered his head, and pressed a kiss on her lips with distress, gently, shallowly, and cautiously... "Thank you, you are still alive." …"
This is really more important than anything! !
…
After coming out of the ward, all the people in the hall gathered around.
"How is it? Did Xiao Jing wake up?"
Yew asked Jing Xiangyang.
"not yet."
Jing Xiangyang shook his head, "Aunt Shan, Uncle Mo, go in and see her!"
"Uh-huh… "
Yew and Yunfeng opened the door and went into the ward.
Xiaonan looked at her wounded son, and couldn't bear it in her heart as well.
Jing Yixuan's face became extremely deep, he raised his head, glanced at his son, and scolded solemnly, "You are also a doctor yourself, don't you know if Xiao Jing is pregnant or not? Why didn't you know until he was bleeding?! "
"Okay, okay... Things have already happened, let's just say a few words! He doesn't feel any better than us, he finally got it back."
Xiaonan is busy acting as a peacemaker.
The scene I just saw in the smoking area still grabs her heart!
Seeing her son crying so depressed, is it uncomfortable for her to be a mother
"Come on! Mom just got you some topical medicine, sit here and help you apply it."
"Mom, I'm fine."
Jing Xiangyang shook his head and touched the scar on his mouth, "It's just a little skin injury, it's not a hindrance, don't worry."
"It doesn't matter? Go and look in the mirror yourself to see what your face looks like!"
Xiaonan's eyes reddened anxiously.
A good face is now red and blue everywhere, the corners of the mouth are red and swollen, and the forehead is still oozing blood.
Jing Xiangyang lifted his lips and smiled, "This is what I deserve. Compared to San'er's suffering, what am I?"
Xiaonan sighed, "Okay, come here! You have to be seen by San'er when you are like this, and you have to worry about you."
Xiaonan said, she got up and took her son to sit down on the sofa.
The medicine in Teng Teng's hand was applied externally for him.
Although she is not a doctor, she has learned a lot from her husband over the years.
"Scream when it hurts..."
"Um."
Jing Xiangyang closed his eyes and let his mother give him medicine.
He didn't say a word, there was no superfluous expression on his face.
"Son, don't blame your Uncle Mo. Anyone who is a father will do this..."
Xiaonan comforted her son.
"Mom, I don't blame Uncle Mo. This incident was originally my fault. I almost killed three children. He should have beaten me."
"Don't say that to yourself either."
Xiaonan sighed quietly, "You are my son, and I know what you think in your heart. Although the child in Xiaojing's belly is yours, it is not to blame, after all, this is not controlled by man, so you too Don't keep complaining about yourself. Fortunately, San'er is now out of danger, and it can be considered as blessed by our ancestors..."