Zhao Fen and Li Jiangang were shocked and quickly pulled Mutala over: "Young madam, you can't do this!"
Seeing the nervous expressions on the couple's faces, Mo Xiaodie asked with a smile: "What's the point? We only have one son, Zizhong, but he is so naughty. I have never dreamed of having a son as well-behaved as Muta."
Where is my son!"
Li Jiangang scratched his head in a simple manner, and explained with some embarrassment: "Muta is young and ignorant, and will make my wife angry!"
Mo Xiaodie walked over and took Muta's little hand, squatted down and looked at him with loving eyes: "Who said that our Muta is the best behaved? Auntie likes Muta so much, can Muta be her godson, okay? This way
, Zi Zhong, you will become brothers and you can play together forever."
Li Muta looked at her without saying anything. In fact, he liked this kind aunt very much from the first time they met. He once even dreamed that he became this aunt's son! In the dream, he was hugged by his aunt.
In my arms, I am very happy and happy.
However, his parents went through many hardships and finally raised him. He was in poor health and often fell ill, but his parents never complained or disliked him. They have taken good care of him over the years.
If he agrees to be his aunt's godson, his parents will be sad.
Thinking of this, Li Muta shook his head, his face full of guilt: "Muta also likes Auntie and Zizhong very much, but I already have a mother, Auntie, I'm sorry!"
Seeing her son's guilty and embarrassed look, Mo Xiaodie quickly rubbed his little head and pretended to be relaxed and said: "Auntie was joking with you just now! Muta is indeed a good and filial boy."
After saying that, Mo Xiaodie stood up, pulled Li Muta to walk to Zhao Fen and his wife, and handed Muta's little hand to the couple's hands: "Muta is filial and sensible, you are so lucky!"
Seeing that she no longer mentioned Muta as her godson, Zhao Fen and his wife finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Several people took the elevator downstairs.
When passing by the door of the emergency operating room, Mo Xiaodie couldn't help but take a look and found that Lu Zixun's operation was not over yet. Lu Haoze and Qu Lingqiang paced back and forth anxiously at the door.
She felt panic again for no reason.
She shook her head, deliberately ignoring the strange feeling, and prepared to leave with Li Muta and the others.
At this time, the door of the emergency operating room suddenly opened, and a doctor hurriedly ran out: "Lu Zixun, who are Lu Zixun's family members?"
Lu Haoze and Qu Lingqiang rushed over at the same time.
"I'm his dad."
"I'm his uncle."
The doctor glanced at them: "Which of you has type A blood? Lu Zixun needs a blood transfusion, but today there are two women in the obstetrics and gynecology department who suffered from postpartum hemorrhage. The hospital's blood bank has run out of type A blood. There is a traffic jam at this time. Please transfer it from elsewhere."
It’s too late for blood.”
Lu Haoze and Qu Lingqiang were stunned at the same time, and then shook their heads. Neither of them had type A blood.
The doctor frowned: "What about the child's mother? She must have blood type A!"
Qu Lingxue did have blood type A, but she had already passed away.
Lu Haoze's face turned pale with anxiety: "The child's mother has passed away."
As soon as he finished speaking, a cold voice suddenly came from behind him: "Pump me, I have type A blood."
Lu Haoze and Qu Lingqiang turned around in surprise, and Mo Xiaodie in the crowd rolled up her sleeves and walked towards them slowly.
"You?" Lu Haoze was a little surprised.
"Director Lan?" Qu Lingqiang looked at Mo Xiaodie with a somewhat complicated look.