There was a doctor who was rescuing her, and she was holding various instruments on her body. She stared at the roof of the car with her big eyes open.
Ji Tingshen shouted her name next to him, telling her not to be afraid.
Cheng Wanci was not afraid at this moment, and he felt surprisingly calm.
"Ji Tingshen, I hate you!" she said.
Ji Tingshen was covered in blood.
He stared at Cheng Wanci tightly and said sternly: "Hate me? OK, you'd better live, you can hate me if you live!"
Cheng Wanci's eyes were dark.
She really hates it.
I hate Ji Tingshen, and I hate Qu Shiyi even more!
If the child cannot be saved, she will never forgive them in her life!
The blood is still flowing, and her and her baby's life is passing by bit by bit.
Her stomach hurts very much and her contractions are severe. She clutches her hands tightly against the edge of the bed and grits her teeth, begging her baby over and over again.
Until she was pushed into the operating room, she did not look at Ji Tingshen again.
Wen Jing came over wearing a surgical suit with her hands up, and kicked him directly when she passed by.
"You guys, you're so good. That's how you take care of your wife?"
The lights in the operating room were on, and Wen Ruhan hurried over: "How is it?"
Ji Tingshen was about to open his mouth when the door of the operating room opened, and a nurse came out with the operation notice:
"The maternal bleeding..."
The first few words shocked Ji Tingshen.
What does it mean for a pregnant woman who is nearly eight months pregnant to have a heavy bleeding?
Ji Tingshen felt cold all over, and a forensic doctor's final diagnosis of the cause of his mother's death ten years ago suddenly popped up in his mind:
"The deceased died of heavy bleeding and was four months pregnant at the time..."
Ji Tingshen's mind was dizzy and he heard the nurse say "maintaining the big or the small".
"Baoda, you must ensure that Cheng Wanci is fine, be sure!"
Wen Ruhan patted his shoulder: "Don't worry, my sister-in-law will definitely do her best. You sign first."
Ji Tingshen took the pen handed over by Wen Ruhan.
His hands were shaking so badly that he could sign projects worth hundreds of billions of dollars.
At this moment, this thin piece of paper seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, and he could hardly hold it.
Ji Tingshen didn't know how he signed the name, and his whole body was cold.
I don’t know how long it took, but a nurse came out to inform: “The child was not saved.”
Ji Tingshen clenched his fists and choked: "Where is the sir?"
Nurse: "The adults are still rescuing."
"Cheng Wanci can't have anything to do! She must not have something to do!" Ji Tingshen kicked the wall irritably.
Wen Ruhan pressed him down and said, "Calm down, the night poem is still being rescued, you have to believe her."
"It's over, the child is gone, she won't forgive me." Ji Tingshen said.
Cheng Wanci, that woman, can marry him for the sake of her children. In her heart, this child is more important than Ji Ting.
Now that the child is gone, how should he face her?
At this time, Ji Tingshen's phone rang.
It was Lei Xing who called Ji Ning'er to the sanatorium.
Let him go over there and say that Ji Ning'er was stimulated and the situation was very bad.
Ji Tingshen's eyes were forced to turn red.
Wen Ruhan looked at the time and was very sorry: "I'm only forty minutes away from entering the operating room, otherwise I'll have a trip for you."
What's the use of warmth and cold in the past?
Ning'er must have had a difficult problem and needed to sign and make a decision.
Taking a deep breath, Ji Tingshen said: "The parents of the late ci will arrive soon, please help me explain it to them."
Wen Ruhan said in a deep voice: "Well, go quickly."