Chapter 810

"Good!"

Lu Jixiang answered, and began to browse postcards.

The first is the sparkling lake, the second is the wild mandarin duck about to fly into the sky, and the third... Suddenly, Lu Jixiang froze.

She looked at the picture in her hand in disbelief.

She looked down one by one, her face getting worse and worse!

"Young lady, what's the matter with you?"

The sound of the housekeeper's exclamation came.

After a crash, Lu Jixiang's wrists shook and her postcards fell to the ground.

She was pale and her lips trembled.

"Song Jincheng... Song Jincheng..."

She murmured the name of the man repeatedly, as if she had been hit by something, and her breathing fluctuated violently.

The housekeeper was startled and ran upstairs to inform song Jincheng.

When the man rushed down, Lu Jixiang was leaning back on the sofa. Her whole mental state seemed to be very bad. Her eyes were wide open. With her big breath, her protruding stomach also fluctuated greatly.

"Good luck

Song Jincheng was shocked and ran over to hold the girl in his arms.

"Call the doctor and get ready for the hospital immediately!"

He lost his voice and roared, and all the fear that had never happened before swept through his body.

Almost without hesitation, he held the man in his arms and turned to walk out.

Inadvertently, he caught a glimpse of the photos scattered on the ground, his face suddenly changed.

"Here comes the car!"

Cried the housekeeper.

Song Jincheng has no time to take care of others. He strides out with the girl in his arms, and his whole body is full of fierce and suffocating horror.

Unexpectedly, there was a traffic jam on the road.

It's the rush hour now. From a distance, the road is crowded with cars, which makes people feel bored.

Song Jincheng held people tightly in his arms, and his face was very bad.

At this time, Lu Jixiang's mood has become calm. She is lying in the man's arms with tears in her big eyes.

"Why keep it from me?"

She choked voice, through hazy tears, looking at the man near Chi Chi.

This is her husband!

Song Jincheng lowered his head and his eyes were dark and complicated.

"Do you still have a stomachache?"

He didn't answer the question.

Lu Jixiang stares at him and tears come out of his eyes.

"Why keep it from me?"

She asked again.

Song Jincheng sighed, bent down and gave her a kiss on the forehead.

"Don't talk. Be good. We'll be at the hospital soon!"

Lu Jixiang suddenly began to struggle.

She has a big stomach. When she struggles, she looks like a frog turned over. She is not only clumsy, but also panting.

"Song Jincheng!"

She yelled, "Why are you all hiding from me! Why do you keep it from me? "

Song Jincheng's face sank.

"Be honest, don't move!"

"You let me go!" At this moment, Lu Jixiang is still listening to these words. Her mind is full of pictures. Her father is hiding outside the ward, quietly wiping tears, her mother's face is full of pain and struggle, and the most shocking picture is that her mother is sitting in a wheelchair, being pushed into a room by a little nurse, and on the door of that room, The two words of radiotherapy are frightening!

And it's obvious that these pictures were taken secretly.

The photographer is very intentional. Every picture has a strong sense of image, which seems to remind her that her mother is critically ill, but as a daughter, she doesn't know anything!

Lu Jixiang can't describe the pain she felt when she saw the photos.

She couldn't believe it.

However, the people in the photos are indeed her parents!

"I'm going to Haicheng!"

She spoke suddenly.

Song Jincheng pursed his lips and put his arms around her tightly.

Lu Jixiang suddenly straightened up.

But the next second, her face suddenly became painful.

"Good luck

Song Jincheng was so surprised that he quickly held her waist. He was distressed and anxious: "take a deep breath, take a deep breath, girl, I'm going to the hospital right away!"

Lu Jixiang opened her mouth as if to say something.

At this time, the voice of the driver in front came: "director, the hospital is across the road. If we want to drive the car, we may have to make a circle."

After hearing this, song Jincheng immediately opened the door and rushed across the road with Lu Jixiang in his arms.

The assistant quickly grabbed the man and pointed to the entrance beside him: "there's an underground passage here, director. Safety matters!"

Song Jincheng's speed was fast. He rushed to the hospital with people in his arms. The doctors had been ready for a long time. As soon as the pregnant woman arrived, he immediately pushed her into the operating room.

Actually, Lu Jixiang just has a stomachache.

But the key point is that her strength is frightening. She barks like a pig.

Song Jincheng went back and forth outside the door of the operating room. His usual calmness was completely lost.

After half a sound, he seemed to think of something again. He glanced at the assistant beside him, with a fierce expression: "go and find out what happened to those postcards. I'd like to see who wanted my wife and children's life!"

At the end of the night, Lu Jixiang finally went to sleep. Before that, she was very noisy, crying and arguing, and she had to go to Haicheng to see her mother.

However, song Jincheng could not agree!

The girl almost had a miscarriage. How can she be tired again?

And no matter her body does not allow, even he himself is reluctant to see her suffer.

The doctor had been waiting at the door, waiting for the room to be quiet, and then the door opened slowly.

"Director."

When the assistant and others saw this, they immediately came forward, all with worry and concern on their faces.

"She's asleep." Song Jincheng was very tired, with deep wrinkles between his eyebrows.

Doctor timely voice way: "Mr. Song, you don't worry, wife and fetus will be safe."

Song Jincheng didn't speak. His thin lips were tight.

The doctor carefully speculated, and continued: "madam, this time, I was so anxious that I almost had a miscarriage. Mr. Song, if I may venture to say more, has my wife ever had a miscarriage before? "

Song Jin Cheng tightened his chin and let out a very low "um.".

After a little pause, the doctor went on to say, "my suggestions and those of other doctors are that my wife should be hospitalized for observation for half a month. During this period, she should stay in bed all the time!"

Song Jincheng has a headache.

He raised his hand and pressed his eyebrows, with deep helplessness in his words: "I'm afraid that girl won't listen!"