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Mu Wenshu looked at him in envy, and pursed his lips, the child was a natural born child, his black red skin was creased, his little face was wrinkled, as though he was a little old man, how could he look good?!

Mu Wenshu was the only one left in the corridor. After an unknown period of time, the red light on the wall continued to shine.

Suddenly, the door of the operation room opened, and a nurse came out and shouted: "Lu Qingli's family!"

Mu Wenshu slowly got up, "I am!"

"Maternal coma! Follow me in!"

This was the first time Mu Wenshu had entered the operation room. The cold white surgical lamp, the ice-cold surgical instruments, the apparatus and equipment that were emitting red light while making "di di di" sounds, and the similarly cold operation table.

Lu Qingli's face was devoid of color. Her almond eyes were slightly opened as she laid on the surgical bed. She quietly called out, "Mu Yao …"

Mu Wenshu's body shook, his heart felt like it had frozen as it ruthlessly smashed to the ground and shattered into pieces.

Even at such a time, what she needed the most was not herself …

He forced a smile on his face and held Lu Qingli's hand, looking up at the doctor, who had signalled him to encourage the parturient, who was already exhausted and was about to run out of amniotic fluid. If the child didn't come out soon, he might just suffocate in his womb.

Mu Wenshu squatted down, the clothes he had changed into before did not restrict his movements, his hands that were wearing the sterile drape gently held onto Lu Qingli's hands, his expression was sincere yet nervous. His heart ached for Lu Qingli and felt sad for him. Wearing a face mask, Mu Wenshu breathed in and out of breath through the narrow gap between the gaps. Hot air filled his nose, and when he looked at Lu Qingli, who was wearing a breathing apparatus, Lu Qingli's half-opened eyes suddenly flowed over in her direction. Mu Wenshu was a little expectant, he gently called her name.

"Qingli..."

The two of them looked at each other for a long time, until the obstetrician opened his mouth to signal Mu Wenshu to continue encouraging him.

Mu Wenshu nodded and took a deep breath. He felt Lu Qingli's fingers moving slightly between her hands, and he couldn't help but clench her slender and white hand. His slightly trembling voice burst out from her throat, appearing somewhat pale and powerless, but it was also filled with strength.

"Qingli, I have been by your side the entire time. "Don't be afraid, use more strength."

"Use a bit more strength. The child is about to come out."

"Yours... Don't you want to see it for yourself, my child? "

The gentle voice was sent into Lu Qingli's ears, as if it was a gentle breeze that was comforting Lu Qingli's ice-cold heart.

A strange light appeared in Lu Qingli's eyes. The doctor was surprised to find that the amplitude of the reading on the ECG monitor had increased.

"There's no need to prepare for the caesarean section for now. Sir, please continue to encourage your wife. The child will be coming out soon!"

Mu Wenshu no longer cared about correcting the doctor, he called Lu Qingli one by one, his voice gradually increasing in anticipation and nervousness, while Lu Qingli quietly held onto Mu Wenshu's hand with a groan in his throat.

's voice gradually grew louder. She grabbed onto Mu Wenshu's hand tightly, as if she was trying to transmit the pain in her body to Mu Wenshu. She gritted her teeth. Her lips were already bleeding, and the tears ran down her cheeks. She couldn't help but feel like a broken bead.

When a loud cry came out, the doctor heaved a sigh of relief. He patted Mu Wenshu's shoulder and congratulated him.

The little baby muttered. Her eyes were tightly shut, like a slit, and her hands were curled in front of her chest. Her face seemed to be covered by a layer of shell.

The nurse hurried to clean up with the baby in her arms. After that, she would be sent to the isolation room to observe for a day or two. Mu Wenshu let out a long breath. The corner of his eyes were a little blurry. He looked at the unconscious Lu Qingli happily, and when he saw the corner of her lips that had a line of blood on it, he suddenly wanted to go up and kiss her.

Suddenly, the instrument emitted a sharp screech. The doctor raised his head to take a look, and immediately cried out in alarm.

As if she had used up all her life's energy, Lu Qingli collapsed onto the bed, fresh blood flowing out of her body.

Mu Wenshu's breathing had almost stopped.

The severe postpartum hemorrhage was a fatal blow to the pregnant women. Mu Wenshu was pushed to the side by the doctors and nurses hastily, he looked at Lu Qingli's deep sunken eye sockets with closed eyes, and was unable to say anything.

The doctor turned his head and shouted, "Pregnant women are bleeding profusely and in urgent need of blood transfusions."

The nurse picked up the notice board, took a look at it, and immediately turned around and shouted, "The blood bank is in line with the pregnant women's blood source, it can't meet the surgical requirements!"

The doctor called out anxiously and irritably, "Do the people at the scene have the right blood type?"

Mu Wenshu felt as if he was whipped, and immediately became clear-headed. He grabbed the doctor and said, a little shakily, "My blood type matches. With my blood."

The doctor didn't even turn his head, but asked if he had a blood donation. The doctor turned around and looked at him, then let the nurse take Mu Wenshu to the side to check his blood type.

The following few hours were the most soul-stirring moments that Mu Wenshu had ever experienced in his life. He quietly laid on the sickbed, just a step away from Lu Qingli's sickbed. The blood that flowed out from the cold pipe slowly flowed through the thin pipe and into Lu Qingli's blood vessels. He could even feel his blood mixing with Lu Qingli's blood, surging towards her heart. He turned his head to look at Lu Qingli's tightly shut lips, as if he would be able to see her warm red with just a glance.

Mu Wenshu sighed, he was truly a little tired. He closed his eyes, the pitch-black world was filled with Lu Qingli's gentle smiles, it made people want to hug the weak fragrance tightly.

After the operation ended, the doctor instructed Mu Wenshu that Lu Qingli's operation was successful. The child was a boy and because he was born prematurely, he had to stay in the isolation room to observe for a few days.

Mu Wenshu silently waited for this "calamity" to end. After he fed Lu Qingli's blood, he rested for three to four hours, then anxiously rushed to the front of Lu Qingli's sickbed. Lu Qingli's face had a tinge of red on it. Her breathing was steady. Mu Wenshu grabbed Lu Qingli's hand, but did not have the heart to wake her up.

Mu Wenshu looked at her face, and reached out his hand to trace the shape of her face. After a long moment, he released his grip and turned to look for the baby's isolation chamber.

Seeing the soft and tender life inside the glass box, with her small hands curled up in front of her chest, Mu Wenshu's heart was filled with softness. If he was his and Lu Qingli's child, how nice that would be.

Someone suddenly patted his shoulder from the side. Mu Wenshu turned around and saw the person who sat in front of the operation room with him. He looked very happy and he looked very happy. He said, "Heh, it seems that it's really fate for us to meet again. Is that your son in this box? "

Mu Wenshu laughed, and did not answer, but changed the topic: "Are you alone here?"

"I'm going to buy food for my wife. I just passed by and saw you here. Her son is with her mother. She can't bear to leave this stinking brat for even a second. "

Mu Wenshu shook his head helplessly. He checked his phone and realized that it was already time for lunch. He thought about it for a moment, then he followed the guy to the hospital's dining car and bought a medlar stew.

He was worried about Lu Qingli, so after bringing dinner with him, he rushed back to Lu Qingli's sickroom.

When Lu Qingli was in a coma, her mind was in a mess. She could hear the doctor angry at the nurse anxiously, and the ringing in his ears never stopped for a moment. She tried to maintain her energy, but all she could do was drowsily close her eyes and gradually let her consciousness drift away from her. When she looked at him, her pupils were deep and dark. The line of her lips was as thin as the edge of a piece of paper, and although there was a few bloodstains on her lips, it still seemed as resolute and unswerving.

Xi Muyao was always decisive and cold towards others, but when Lu Qingli was by his side, there was always a trace of inexplicable fear. She thought about the night of her wedding, remembered the argument between the two of them over their late return, and remembered Lin Yeyan's complacent expression. This made her feel cold, as if all the blood in her body had been sucked away.

Lu Qingli felt hatred in her heart, but she could do nothing about it. She thought of the night of the engagement ceremony. Xi Muyao had carried her and sat under the Purple Vine Flower Ribbon, gently holding her ten fingers together. The thin line of her lips slowly closed with her own, without a single crack. Lu Qingli was a little nervous, but still obediently leaned on the shackles on his arms.

It was the only warmth she could feel then...

Hearing the sound of the door closing and closing, he finally woke up from his deep sleep. Her eyes slowly opened a slit and she saw the white ceiling. She could feel the acrid smell of disinfectant on her breath. She frowned and closed her eyes again.

Lu Qingli wanted to raise her arm, but found herself powerless. It took her a lot of effort just to move the quilt.

She did not like this feeling of helplessness. She wanted to use all her strength to support her body, but she suddenly felt a warm palm slowly press against her back, pulling her up. She could not help but open her eyes and see Mu Wenshu's gentle eyes.

Mu Wenshu carried her and smiled: "You're finally awake?"

Lu Qingli nodded and pursed her lips slightly. Mu Wenshu held her up to her shoulder and then opened the lid of the take-out lunch box.

A burst of fragrance wafted over, Lu Qingli felt that she was a little hungry. But being in Mu Wenshu's embrace also felt a little intimate, making her feel uncomfortable.

Sensing Lu Qingli's slight struggle, Mu Wenshu could only lean her back against the pillow that was as high as a cushion. He then picked up the bowl and was about to feed it to Lu Qingli.

Lu Qingli was a little embarrassed, but seeing him give him spoonful by spoonful, she still drank a few mouthfuls. Lu Qingli drank the soup and turned to look at Mu Wenshu, but did not say a word.

Mu Wenshu understood tacitly, and after tidying up the rubbish, he slowly said: "Don't worry, our child is fine. It's just that he was born prematurely, so he had to stay in the isolation room to observe for two days … It's a boy. "

Lu Qingli smiled slightly, she turned her head and leaned on the pillow, looking at Mu Wenshu with a grateful gaze, and said embarrassedly: "Luckily I have you with me during this period. "Thank you."

The castle that Mu Wenshu had constructed with his faint smile looked like it was about to collapse. He gritted his teeth and replied with a smile: "What nonsense are you talking about?

Lu Qingli didn't mind it at all as she turned her head to look outside the window. There was a simple nest above the emerald green tree branches, and a huge bird flapped its wings to stop by the side of the nest. It seemed to be feeding the food in its mouth to the fluffy young chicks. Lu Qingli's gaze flickered a little, and for some reason, she thought about Xi Muyao more and more.

Was it because she had a child with him that she was inextricably linked to him? Lu Qingli turned her head and asked Mu Wenshu: "Child …?"