Chapter 271

Feng Xingyan saw that the part where her lips and hands were biting had begun to ooze blood, his face turned serious, he reached out and pulled her hand away, and said in a stern voice: "I know you feel sorry for yourself, but the most important thing now is The thing is, take care of yourself.”

She was not only sad and blamed herself, but this kind of sad and self-blame almost overwhelmed her.

Su Ziyue's hand was pulled away, sobs overflowed from her throat, and tears kept falling down like beads with a broken thread.

It wasn't until she was so tired from crying that she couldn't cry anymore that she stopped crying.

However, his eyes were empty.

Seeing that she finally stopped crying, Feng Xingyan called the doctor to examine her.

The doctor explained some things to pay attention to, nothing more than keeping a comfortable mood and not being too sad.

Feng Xingyan emphasized again: "You heard what the doctor said, your body is important."

Su Ziyue looked up at him with blank eyes: "Can I use the phone for a while?"

Feng Xingyan took a look at her, his eyes full of understanding, he took out a mobile phone and handed it to Su Ziyue.

"Thank you." Su Ziyue thanked in a low voice, and took the phone over.

Although she accepted that Feng Xingyan was her uncle, the two of them were still too unfamiliar.

Feng Xingyan didn't care either, and stood up slowly, his eyes flicked across her pale face, and his eyebrows frowned slightly: "I'll ask someone to bring something to eat."

After he finished speaking, he went out.

Su Ziyue held the phone in a daze for a while, and then pressed a very familiar number, but she didn't pull it out.

What should I say after calling Qin Muchen?

She didn't wait for Nanchuan to pick her up, but waited for a group of people who were paid by Su Yige to mistreat her, and then she was forced to jump out of the window. She was basically not injured, but the child was gone...

Is she going to tell him this?

In the villa, Qin Muchen's hesitation and various actions flashed through his mind like a revolving lantern.

She still remembered how much Qin Muchen wanted a child before.

Su Ziyue's mind was in chaos, her fingers holding the phone turned white, and she didn't pull out the phone in the end.

...

Outside the door, Feng Xingyan stood in front of the ward. Through the crack of the door, he saw that Su Ziyue hadn't pulled out the phone. His expression was as calm as if he had predicted it early in the morning.

The subordinate standing behind him said cautiously: "Mr. Feng, how do you know that Miss Su will definitely not dial the phone?"

Just when his subordinates thought that Feng Xingyan would not speak up, Feng Xingyan said aloud: "She is a kind-hearted person, after all, she is too young. When encountering such a thing, the psychological pressure will be great, and it is easy to get into a dead end , if no one gave her a hand, she wouldn't be able to climb out..."

In her heart, the person she felt most sorry for was Qin Muchen.

The subordinates were a little surprised that Feng Xingyan would explain aloud, although he only understood half of what he heard, he still nodded.

...

late at night.

The consultation room was brightly lit.

"I think this situation is too complicated, so I still use the second option."

"I don't agree with..."

Among a group of medical experts wearing white trigrams who were having heated discussions, Qin Muchen in a black suit looked exceptionally eye-catching.

He held a cigarette between his fingers, and the ashtray in front of him was already full of cigarette butts. He rested one elbow on the table, half of his body leaned forward slightly, and his posture was a little stiff. He had obviously been sitting in this posture for a long time.

He sat there with a stern expression, not knowing what he was thinking, the cigarette in his hand was burned to the end, and a large amount of ash had accumulated.

After a long time, Qin Muchen put the cigarette butt in his hand into the ashtray, and said in a hoarse voice, "Have you finished the discussion?"

His voice was not too loud, but it just overwhelmed the discussion of the group of experts.

One of the medical experts said, "Mr. Qin, I think the second option..."

Qin Muchen just glanced at him coldly: "I just need to listen to the discussion, okay? What I need is a safe operation plan."

He put the accent on the word "safety."

After the voice fell, the consultation room was silent, because no one could guarantee that the operation would be foolproof.

There are cases of failure in any case of surgery.

After Qin Muchen finished speaking, he got up and went to the bathroom.

He washed his face with cold water, looked at his haggard self in the mirror, and suddenly punched the mirror hard.

The mirror was smashed open with spiderwebs of cracks.

Blood was slowly oozing out of his hands.

"Mu Chen!"

At this moment, Bai Jingshu's voice sounded outside.

Bai Jing walked in in a bookish and dusty manner, seeing Qin Muchen's appearance, she was startled, and walked towards him with big strides: "What are you doing?"

After the company was on holiday, he went back to Bai's house, and rushed over overnight when he heard Nan Chuan talk about the matter here.

Qin Mushen withdrew his hand as if nothing had happened, turned on the faucet, put his bleeding hand underneath to rinse, and asked him aloud, "Why are you here?"

Bai Jingshu said angrily, "If I don't come, I won't see you harm yourself!"

"I'm fine, you can go back." Qin Muchen turned off the faucet and looked at Bai Jingshu: "I remember today is New Year's Eve?"

Hearing what he said, Bai Jingshu couldn't help being violent: "Fuck him, damn it on New Year's Eve! Your grandfather is still waiting for emergency treatment in the intensive care unit, and Su Ziyue's life and death are uncertain, and his whereabouts are unknown. Are you okay now?"

Qin Muchen didn't speak to him, but walked past him and went back to the consultation room.

When the group of experts saw Qin Muchen come back, they told him that the operation plan had been discussed.

The creases between Qin Muchen's brows became a little lighter, and there was a sense of exhaustion in his voice: "Please."

The experts were frightened by Qin Muchen's pleading tone, after all, Qin Muchen had been surrounded by low air pressure.

...

Qin Yuchuan entered the operating room.

Qin Mu stood guard outside, took out a cigarette and lit it again.

Qin Zheng frowned as he watched from the sidelines: "Sir, please smoke less."

Qin Mushen smoked as if he had never heard of it, and Bai Jingshu followed from behind.

He had never seen Qin Muchen look so embarrassed and haggard, this was the first time in more than ten years.

"I thought I could handle everything well, but it turns out that I'm too conceited." Qin Muchen's voice was soft and hoarse: "If I don't park her there alone, no one will take advantage of her. If I had been more patient with Grandpa, his physical condition would not have been so bad, and I didn't realize..."

Qin Mushen kept talking about Qin Yuchuan and Su Ziyue's affairs. Although there was no emotion in his tone, Bai Jingshu still felt the strong self-blame emanating from him.

"You are human and not a god, don't..."

Bai Jingshu wanted to persuade him, but he cut off the phone: "They all say that I'm a myth in the financial world, but I'm just an incompetent wimp. Grandpa is lying in there, and I can't do anything. It's been a whole day now. I couldn't find her..."