Chapter 417: Yan Zhi is like a brocade, how should he choose?
Even Shi Feiyan, who was standing next to Emperor Yan, had no shock on his face when he heard this. At the same time, who of the young people who had come over to him had never done anything crazy about love? At this moment, he felt that he was like a brocade back then.
It was the most correct thing to give him to the Yan family's child after he was born. That child never let him down!
"I'll go in and take a look." Emperor Yan glanced at Shi Feiyan, walked sideways to the operating room, and knocked on the door. The little nurse inside wanted to come out to teach people. When he saw clearly that it was Emperor Yan, he swallowed the words and opened the door.
Let him in, and then the operating room door closes again.
There are two beds in the operating room. Xiaogang and his wife each manage one, and there are seven or eight senior doctors around them.
Emperor Yan walked up to his son and asked himself that he was a good father and a good husband. The son he taught was a good husband and might be a good father in the future, but he was not a good son. A good son would not let
Parents are so worried and exhausting!
His heart was filled with worries, invisible waves hitting his heart one after another. He, Emperor Yan, was just such a son, and now he was lying on the operating table with his life and death unknown, but he could not say any words of accusation.
A son who is so similar to himself, he understands his son, but wants to teach him a lesson!
Emperor Yan put his hand on the pulse of Yan Zhi's wrist. He was short of energy and blood, suffered serious external injuries, and had serious internal injuries. At this moment, he thought that if he passed all his life-long internal strength to his son at this moment, he would definitely be able to overcome the difficulties.
Emperor Yan put down his son's hand with some peace of mind and asked Xiaogang and the others to continue the operation. Then he turned around and went to Sijin's side.
He also watched that girl grow up, and she was half the daughter of his Yan family. The situation at the moment seemed much more serious than that of Yan Zhi. He also checked her pulse and found that all her seven meridians and eight meridians were broken, and her body was so weak that only
A little heartbeat keeps me breathing, as if I will die in the next second.
Hong Wu's eyes were red and her electrocardiogram was weak. She was completely helpless to save her. As a doctor, she was not omnipotent, but she was stubborn and refused to stop the operation. She was the eldest daughter of her family, but she was powerless and powerless.
This helpless feeling of helplessness made her as a doctor extremely frustrated.
Emperor Yan stood in front of the two hospital beds, looking left and right.
On one side is his only son, and on the other is his only son's beloved woman. Who should he choose to save at this moment?
Yanzhi, Sijin, how should he choose?
If you save Yan Zhi, Sijin will definitely die; if you save Sijin, Yan Zhi's life or death will be uncertain!
Emperor Yan, who had been all-powerful all his life, was completely troubled at this moment. Everyone has selfish motives. He wanted to save his son, but he knew his son's nature. If Sijin died, would his son be like him?
, choose to die for love?
Yan Zhi's hand joints creaked. He walked to the unconscious Yan Zhi, leaned down, lowered his head, and whispered in his ear: "Yan Zhi, my son, don't let me down. I will save my future grandson for you."
Mother, if you bring yourself back from hell, you must give me a grandson even if you die! Otherwise, I will let Sijin be buried for you!"
"Push Sijin out, I want a quiet ward."
Emperor Yan spoke with a sad tone. Hong Wu looked at Emperor Yan, wondering what he was going to do, "Now?"
"I'll save her!"
"She is dying, what are you going to do?" Hong Wu was confused and choked with sobs.