As soon as she arrived at the office that afternoon, Fu Zhengzheng suddenly called her and said, "Ajian, come to the hospital."
Zhuo Jian suddenly heard a buzzing sound in his head, and said with fear, "Dad."
"It's not Aye, it's your mother-in-law who has something wrong."
Fu Zhengzheng's speech was as gentle as before, but this time he seemed a little weak.
When Zhuo Jian rushed to the hospital, she saw Wang Yue sitting beside the bed with a cold face, and quickly walked in, "Dad, Mom."
Wang Yue heard her voice, raised his eyes, and then turned his head: "Go and do your business."
"I just asked the doctor. Uterine fibroids are benign tumors and can be removed. Mom, don't think too much."
She gently held Wang Yue's shoulders and said.
"Who knows what might happen? What if I die on the operating table?"
Wang Yue was extremely flustered.
"How could it be? I found out that many of our women will develop uterine fibroids when they reach a certain age. When they are young, they can be left alone temporarily. When they are large, they can be cut off. There is no accident in this operation."
No surprises?
Wang Yue's eyes were a little excited. Apart from giving birth, she had never had any other operations.
Both Zhuo Jian and Fu Zhengzheng saw her timidity. She usually seemed fearless, but now she was panicking. Zhuo Jian sat next to her, "Mom, why don't you ask Yan Qing to come back and take care of you?"
"Find her back? Let's forget it. Don't let her know about it. It will make me upset every day."
"Then, can I take care of you?"
Zhuo Jian lay on her shoulder and asked her.
Maybe it was a long time since the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law were so close. Wang Yue looked at her and felt a little soft in her heart.
"Hey, I really don't know what happened. I had regular checkups before and there were no problems. Why is it suddenly so serious that I need surgery?"
She had just watched a TV show a few days ago, in which a character died unexpectedly on the operating table during a minor surgery.
"The doctors are all doctors you are familiar with. Their skills are well-known at home and abroad. Besides, A-Jian also said that she checked the information and there were no accidents in this operation."
"I'm still not worried."
Wang Yue said.
"Then, how about asking them to sign an agreement?"
Suddenly some pictures appeared in Zhuo Jian's mind, thinking that mother and son probably had similar needs.
When Wang Yue heard this, he actually turned to look at her. After a long time, he suddenly looked at Fu Zhengzheng: "Go find me, Lao Zhang, and write me a letter of guarantee."
"Okay, I'll ask his assistant to sign one for you."
Fu Zhengzheng didn't expect it to be so easy to solve, so he quickly found someone to cooperate with her.
"The little girl is quite smart. How did she come up with this trick?"
"Well, mom's body is the most important thing."
I can’t say it was your son who inspired me.
"Hey, when you didn't come just now, I was very worried. Suddenly, I was asked to have an operation, and even though I'm old, I still have another scar on my stomach."
"Today's technology is very powerful. If the suturing is seamless, even if it can still be seen, if you don't like it, let's go to the cosmetic surgery."
"Then what if you still can't get rid of it?"
"No, the previous injury on my ankle is hard to see now, and there is a scar on my ankle, so dad can be cured even more."
"You girl, you usually don't say a word, but you have quite a lot of ideas."
Wang Yue really felt that the two of them had not been so good for a long time, and suddenly felt a little sour in her heart, "Jian Jian, Mom misses you so much."
"Um?"
Zhuo Jian looked at her doubtfully, didn't they see each other all day long?
"It's all my fault. Mom can't deny that she still prefers Aye."
"..."
There is no need to say this.
She could only smile and say, "It's okay. I love my children more than others. This is normal."
Wang Yue stared at her, feeling suddenly enlightened for some reason.
The operation was scheduled for nine o'clock the next morning.
At around eight o'clock, Fu Yanye's car parked outside Zhuo Jian's house. Zhuo Jian came out wearing black trousers and a white shirt, with her long hair tied up. When she walked towards him, what was in his mind
That year suddenly came to mind.
She was twenty-three years old. When they met again three years later, he asked her how old she was.
At that time.
Zhuo Jian opened the car door and came in, "Let's go, Mom is in a hurry."