"Crazy!" Wen Haowen hung up the phone angrily and couldn't help but curse in a low voice.
At this time, Wen Haowen had completely sobered up from drinking. He actually spent a long time on the phone with a psychopath. Ning Shuqian's sharp, crazy, crazy and weird voice seemed to be echoing in his ears. He couldn't help but feel chills all over his body.
At this time, the phone rang again.
As soon as Wen Haowen picked up the phone, he cursed: "I told you not to call me again..."
The irritable voice suddenly stopped, the call was from the hospital.
Yang Ziyu fell down the stairs and is in critical condition. She is now receiving rescue in the hospital!
Wen Haowen was stunned for a moment.
Her ears couldn't help but think of Ning Shuqian's crazy words before.
"I went to see your son—"
"I just pushed Yang Ziyu gently-"
"So much blood—"
"Bury my son with me—"
Wen Haowen's whole body shuddered, and he couldn't stop shivering. His whole body seemed to be trapped in a boundless nightmare.
His son, the son he had waited so long for...
"Ning Shuqian, that bitch, how dare you..." Wen Haowen roared angrily, his voice hoarse due to drunkenness, roaring like an angry beast.
Wen Haowen reacted and rushed to the hospital without even bothering to change his clothes.
—
On the way, he called the mental hospital where Ning Shuqian was staying: "Hello! I am Ning Shuqian's ex-husband Wen Haowen. I want to know the specific situation of Ning Shuqian now?"
At this time, Wen Haowen even wanted to kill Ning Shuqian.
"Ning Shuqian escaped from the mental hospital at around 8 o'clock this evening. Her current whereabouts are unknown. She is a severe mental patient and has posed a threat to society and her body. We have cooperated with the police to trace her whereabouts and strive to find her as soon as possible. Take it back to the mental hospital.”
The news provided by the mental hospital made Wen Haowen's heart skip a beat and continue to sink.
Thinking of the strange phone call, Yang Ziyu fell down the stairs, his heart filled with uneasiness and fear.
"You don't have to die well—" Ning Shuqian's strange and arrogant voice suddenly echoed in her ears.
Wen Haowen's face turned pale and ugly, and he couldn't help but began to worry that Ning Shuqian would come to him.
She is crazy and can do anything.
—
Wen Haowen rushed to the hospital with uneasiness and fear.
It wasn't until this moment that he truly realized that Yang Ziyu fell down the stairs, which meant that the child in her belly might not be saved.
Wen Haowen was really panicked now and grabbed a passing nurse: "Nurse, how is Yang Ziyu's condition now?"
At this time, Wen Haowen looked very embarrassed and decadent, with the confusion of drunkenness remaining on his face. His half-long hair was messy on his head. He was wearing a wrinkled suit that he wore when he was drunk at night, with a white inside. The shirt was wrinkled like a prune, with a corner of the hem tied around the waist exposed.
Seeing his dissolute appearance, the nurse looked a little impatient and said: "Still in the operating room, the details will wait!"
After saying that, he broke away from Wen Haowen and prepared to leave.
Wen Haowen did not give up and said urgently: "Please do your best to treat Yang Ziyu. As long as you can keep the child in her belly, money is not an issue."
At this time, Wen Haowen was already in chaos, his mind was in chaos, and all he wanted in his mind was to keep the child in Yang Ziyu's belly at all costs.
"Nervous!" The nurse dropped two words and left.
Recently, the news about Wen Haowen has become well known to everyone. After tearing apart his wife and tearing up his daughter, many people are very disdainful of him.
—
The door of the operating room was closed tightly, and Wen Haowen's body seemed to have been drained of energy. He sat slumped on the bench in front of the operating room, waiting impatiently.
Because of being drunk, Wen Haowen's mental state was not very good. Coupled with the anxiety and uneasiness at this time, he couldn't help but feel a splitting headache. He leaned back in the chair and felt indescribable discomfort all over his body.
Now, he has been suspended and investigated, and has been hidden by the shareholders' meeting and the board of directors. The entire Wen Group is controlled by Wen Xinya, and there is no hope of turning over.
If the old man wakes up, he will not let him off easily.
The situation is over!
This child is his only support at the moment.
As long as this child is here, he will be confident even in front of the old man in the future.
Therefore, nothing must happen to this child.
Ning Shuqian, you bitch, you'd better pray that Yang Ziyu and the child in her belly are okay, otherwise I won't let you go.
—
Wen Haowen's mind was in chaos, and he was extremely anxious.
"Bang—"
The door to the operating room was pushed open and a nurse walked out.
Wen Haowen rushed forward and asked eagerly: "Nurse, how is Yang Ziyu's condition? Is the baby in her belly okay? Can it be delivered safely?"
The anxious Wen Haowen is like a husband worried about his wife.
"Yang Ziyu fell down the stairs and lost too much blood. She missed the best time for rescue. When she was sent to the hospital, she was already dying. After the hospital's full rescue efforts, it has been confirmed that the rescue was ineffective. A death notice will be issued later."
The nurse's tone was a little regretful that her beauty had passed away so young.
Wen Haowen was completely stunned: "Dead...dead!"
Yang Ziyu is dead
Then wouldn’t the child in her belly also be...
Realizing this, Wen Haowen's body slumped.
It's been nine months, and I'm about to give birth. Who knows that all the joy will be in vain.
That bitch Ning Shuqian.
The hatred in Wen Haowen's heart was overwhelming, and he wished he could cut Ning Shuqian into pieces with a thousand knives.
The nurse did not look at his expression and continued: "However, the vital signs of the child in her belly are good. We have contacted the obstetrician and gynecologist to perform a caesarean section to remove the fetus."
This is already a blessing among misfortunes.
Wen Haowen's eyes widened in astonishment, somewhat in disbelief: "Wha... what?"
Is the child okay
He almost couldn't believe his ears.
The nurse emphasized: "The child is fine."
Wen Haowen was stunned for a long time, and then he realized: "Nurse, please be sure to save the child in Yang Ziyu's belly. Money is not an issue. The important thing is to save the child. You must save my son and not let anything happen to him."
At this time, Wen Haowen was so full of the child in Yang Ziyu's belly that he completely forgot about Yang Zi's failure to rescue him. His face even showed excitement and joy after learning that the child was okay for the time being.
From Yang Ziyu's death to the present, he has not asked a word of concern, and all he talks about is the son who lost his mother at birth.
Such a callous and unrighteous attitude made the nurse feel chilly.
Wen Haowen was beaming with joy and walked around in front of the operating room excitedly. He couldn't wait to see his soon-to-be-born son and was immersed in the joy of becoming a father.