Wei Zhehan's face was extremely ugly, gloomy and gloomy.
"How did you become a husband?! Is career really that important?! You don't want your wife or children anymore?!"
"Every time for a fetal check-up, your wife comes alone. She had a fever and fainted two days ago. You are really unqualified as a husband."
"..."
Wei Zhehan sat on the chair, clenching his fists as he listened to the doctor's ridicule.
Doctor Li, who happened to be working the night shift, saw him and smiled coldly: "Hey, you are gnashing your teeth, what do you want to do?! Beat me, or do you want to kill me?!"
Hearing this, Wei Zhehan smiled lightly: "I'm sorry, Doctor Li, I'm rude. I will pay more attention to them in the future and not let them make any mistakes. By the way, adults and children, are you okay?!"
Dr. Li put his hands in the pockets of his white coat, sat lazily on his desk, and said faintly: "I just had fetal pressure two days ago, and before it completely stabilized, I had fetal pressure again. This time
It's more serious. If you see red, it depends on fate whether the child can be saved."
When Wei Zhehan heard this, his fists clenched again.
Doctor Li glanced at him and said, "You want to beat me and kill me, and you say so. Or are you disappointed that the child was not aborted?!"
The voice was light and calm, but very sarcastic.
Wei Zhehan stood up and before leaving, he admitted in a low voice: "I do want to beat people up and kill people, but it's definitely not you. Secondly, you have to believe that I want their mother and son to be safe more than anyone else."
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vip ward.
Mu Wanqing was sitting on the hospital bed, listening to the "ping ping ping ping ping ping" of pots and pans coming from the kitchen, her slender eyebrows were frowning little by little.
Really worried about a man-made disaster, she frowned and shouted loudly: "Wei Zhehan, I think it's better to forget it?! I won't drink chicken soup..."
Before the last note had finished, Wei Zhehan was already standing at the door of the kitchen angrily, glaring at her and scolding: "Don't drink?! Don't you look at how thin you have become? The breeze didn't even blow it away, you actually...
Say you don’t want to drink?!”
"What I mean is: you can go out and buy chicken soup, or... ask the nanny to cook it!!"
"What you really mean is: you really, really, really don't believe in my ability." Wei Zhehan said with a grin.
"..." Mu Wanqing stared at him blankly, speechless to the extreme.
Mr. Wei is the commander-in-chief of the Northern Territory. He holds a high position and has three sons. However, he only has one grandson, Wei Zhehan.
Mr. Wei's eldest son inherited his father's legacy and is a soldier.
The second son, Wei Zhehan's father, is interested in business and economics and opened a company in the United States.
The third son loves art and is a famous painter.
In such a diversified family, Wei Zhehan is undoubtedly the one who gathers thousands of favors in one voice.
Since he was a child, he was reluctant to even brush his teeth. How could he possibly cook?!
then……
Three hours later, Mu Wanqing stared at the chicken soup in front of her with a twisted expression, which could only be described as "weird", with no intention of moving the spoon at all.
But Wei Zhehan was wearing an apron and standing beside the hospital bed with his face full of oily smoke. He held a spoon and kept telling her with his eyes: drink quickly, drink quickly, and try the extremely delicious chicken soup I made.
Mu Wanqing blinked her cute big eyes, smiled at him, and said coquettishly: "Han, can you not drink it?!"
