An Jingran turned off her phone and stared at Anru Ji on the bed in the consulting room.
Lying on the bed was a woman of about forty years old, her hair pulled back and covered with a blue plastic cover.
There was no trace of blood on the woman's pale face, her pupils were narrowed tightly in pain, and her thick eyelashes were trembling slightly, fighting against the disease.
An Jingran gently stroked the woman's cold hand, making her voice sound softer. "Mother, have you heard this? I have a girlfriend. And, I brought enough from Canada for us to seize the Chinese nation."
Si Ji’s chess piece. So mother, please hold on a little longer.”
As if she heard her son's words, the woman on the bed seemed to relax her brows that were furrowed in pain. The corners of her lips covered by the oxygen mask seemed to be slightly pursed and elongated.
But this small facial expression was too much for Anruji, who was already dying on the bed. She seemed to have affected a certain patient in her body, and her whole body began to twitch violently, and the heartbeat detection equipment next to her also began to sound abnormally.
An Jingran's face changed drastically, as if...as if all the breath of life had been lost from that sick man.
An Jingran immediately pressed the call button on the bedside, and then several doctors in white coats hurriedly opened the door and entered.
One of them checked every part of Anru Ji's body, and his eyes were immediately replaced by panic. He waved to the nurse who followed him. The two nurses immediately nodded understandingly and hurriedly pushed An Jingran out of the ward.
He was already very familiar with the symptoms of his mother's illness and knew that the situation was very critical, so he could only wait outside the clinic.
The light outside the door kept flashing red, and time gradually became accepted by the sense of smell like the smell of disinfectant water around.
I don't know how long it took, but the lights in the consulting room went out, and a doctor came out. He took off his mask, walked up to An Jingran with a heavy face, and said a few words.
Then I saw the god-like man slowly lowering his eyes, like flying cherry blossom petals, falling with the wind.
The doctor patted his shoulder comfortingly, turned and walked into the consulting room.
Just now, Anjou's attending doctor told him that Anjou's major surgery would be performed within a month, and the success rate of the operation was only 30% because Anjou's blood type was RH positive. If
If someone can provide blood, the success rate will be higher.
And tonight, Anjouji will have to undergo a minor operation.
An Jingran stared quietly at the unconscious Anru Ji in the emergency room through the blurred glass. He reached for the mobile phone in his pocket and held it tightly.
Can't delay any longer!
…
On the other side, Su Sanshui was still rummaging through the closet in her room, desperately trying to select clothes in the closet for a date with the person she likes tomorrow.
It’s just that no matter how many times I look through the clothes, there are only a few that look better.
No matter how you look at it, she is not as good-looking as Sharon, who wore a white evening gown that day in a western restaurant.
Su Sanshui used all the money he earned to pay off Jiang Yiliu's debts, and there was really no extra money for shopping. As a result, Su Sanshui suddenly resented Feng Xixue's brother Feng Yumo.
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