"Mom, calm down and don't move! It would be bad if you hurt your brother!" Li Tingting's husband said hurriedly.
As he spoke, he forcibly pushed the old woman back onto the stretcher.
While holding down the struggling mother, he turned his head and said to Song Zikang: "Doctor, we don't do surgery."
"How can this be done? Your mother's condition is very dangerous. If anything happens, I can't bear the responsibility." Song Zikang said quickly.
"Don't worry, we can sign a responsibility letter voluntarily giving up the surgery, indicating that no matter what happens, it has nothing to do with you." Li Tingting's husband said.
Having said this, he took out two hundred yuan from his pocket and handed it to Song Zikang.
But Song Zikang obviously looked down upon such a small amount of money.
"This is not in compliance with the regulations. You are making fun of the pregnant woman's life." Song Zikang scolded with a frown.
When Li Tingting's husband saw that Song Zikang did not accept the two hundred yuan, and refused the idea of not having surgery, with a heartbroken look on his face, he increased the two hundred yuan to five hundred yuan, but Song Zikang remained unmoved.
He had to increase the amount to 800 yuan, forced the banknote into Song Zikang's hand, and said to him: "Doctor, we are all farmers in the village who make a living by farming, and we don't have much money. Please do it for your convenience.
!”
"This..." Song Zikang hesitated for a moment, then took the money and put it into his pocket.
"If there is any problem, I am not responsible."
He said something, went to the office, printed out two documents, had Li Tingting's husband sign them, and then asked someone to send the expectant old woman to the delivery room.
Going back and forth like this took a long time.
By the time she was carried onto the delivery bed, the old woman's face was as pale as earth, she was out of breath, and she was about to die!
About two hours later, Song Zikang ran out of the delivery room.
"I'm sorry, your mother is no longer alive. After all, she is old, and her health is not good. She has been pregnant for ten months and has been exhausted. You still don't allow a caesarean section.
So there’s no way she can survive it.”
"What?! My mother has already..." Li Tingting's husband was shocked and said with a pale face.
"Yes, she is no longer alive." Song Zikang shook his head and said regretfully.
If the pregnant woman's family agrees to a caesarean section, there is still some chance of life.
But they personally cut off the possibility of the super-elderly woman living.
"Then... where is my brother?" Li Tingting's husband asked.
Even if he couldn't keep his mother, he still wanted to keep his brother who was a high official.
"I was about to tell you about this." Song Zikang nodded and said, "Although the mother is dead now, the child in her belly is still alive. If you agree to a caesarean section, I can cut out the child. Of course.
, there is a cost for surgery.”
"Dad, Tingting, that child... why not let him go with his mother, and let him honor his mother in another world..." Li Tingting's husband thought for a while and said.
"Have you thought about it clearly? He is a human life after all." Li Tingting frowned and said in disapproval.
Li Tingting's husband fell silent after hearing this.
He also wants a younger brother who can be a high official.
But... now that his mother is dead. After the child is born, who will take care of him?