Chapter 426

The swirling snow whitened the road. Tang Xuan and his party came out of the hospital. Before getting on the bus, Tang Xuan looked back at the tall building.

Snowflakes floated from the sky and fell on his lenses, blocking his sight.

"Elder brother?" Tang Xuanning whispered.

"Let's go." they also want to leave. They can't help Hai Xiaomin when they stay in the hospital. They might as well leave first. Tang Xuan regained consciousness, carefully picked up the blanket and hot water bag and handed it to others. After getting on the car, he picked it up again, put it back on his legs and gently stroked it.

Hai Xiaomin gave him a penny, and he regarded it as a treasure.

Hai Xiaomin pulls down the shutters, caresses his stomach, returns to Ling Yao's hospital bed, pulls up his big hand and puts it gently on her stomach.

"Baby, this is Dad. Say hello to Dad." she lowered her head and whispered.

The child's fetal movement has become more and more frequent recently. He has to move several times a day. If he catches up with it, Ling Yao may be able to touch it at this time.

But now, the baby seems to be sleeping comfortably and doesn't pay attention to Hai Xiaomin.

"Ling Yao, can you hear my voice?" Hai Xiaomin leaned forward with some difficulty, his other hand stretched out, and the slender jade finger depicted Ling Yao's delicate and handsome eyebrows and eyes. "Open your eyes and have a look? Look at me and your child. He has been more than five months..."

"But you haven't talked to him once, touched him or listened to his fetal movement. As the child's father, do you know how derelict you are?"

"I don't know whether it's a boy or a girl. I'm going to save this surprise until the moment the child is born. Can I leave the name for you?"

"But I hope his surname is Ling, not Nazhi."

"Ling Yao, he is not Ian's child. In fact, Ian has long confessed to me. We really didn't happen that day. The child is yours. Do you hear me?!"

"...." Ling Yao lay quietly on the hospital bed. Junpang was still deep and three-dimensional, but he was a little less aggressive in normal days. The exhaled heat covered the oxygen mask with a layer of white fog, which was proof that he was still alive.

I've been in this state all my life!

Hai Xiaomin mercilessly closed his eyes. Her eyelashes pressed out crystal tears. She couldn't do it. She couldn't see him sleeping like this. God, give her lingyao back!

"Sorry, if only I had told you the truth earlier..." at least, don't let them leave regrets. Let Ling Yao know the existence of the child. He can also care more about the real world and no longer miss his dreams.

Zhao Zhizhou arrived at the hospital early the next morning.

Hai Xiaomin personally explained the situation to him and asked for his help.

"Don't say that. The doctor's bounden duty is to treat the sick and save people. Not to mention that he is my immediate boss and Xiaomin's husband. I should do my best!" Zhao Zhizhou didn't refuse to face Hai Xiaomin's plea.

When Zhao Zhizhou diagnosed Ling Yao, Hai Xiaomin also recalled jessio's report last night. It turned out that Zhao Zhizhou was an alumnus with Ling Yao and Tang Xuan, but he was two times shorter than them.

During his postgraduate entrance examination, ly converged this talent under his command, provided a lot of opportunities for the other party, and supported him all the way. Zhao Zhizhou lived up to expectations. He has emerged in the field of brain science at a young age, and his professional ability has not lost. He has been immersed in the old professors in the same field for decades, and is more flexible, bold and innovative than the old professors. He is one of the talents that ly focuses on training.

After the diagnosis, Zhao Zhizhou thought quietly for a few seconds before looking up: "the doctor's previous diagnosis was correct. The patient's current situation has less than 30% probability of waking up in seven days."

"What?" Hai Xiaomin's face turned white and his eyes turned red. "Even brother Zhizhou said so. It's rare to Ling Yao him..."

Zhao Zhizhou looked at Hai Xiaomin and smiled: "don't lose heart. In medicine, even if there is less than one percent possibility, it also has the potential to create miracles. During this period of time, we work together and believe that patients must work harder than me to wake up!"

"Well! What I need to do, I will fully cooperate!" Zhao Zhizhou's smile is incomparably warm, like the sunshine blowing away the thick clouds, giving Hai Xiaomin confidence and hope.

In the next few days, Hai Xiaomin kept company with Ling Yao, recalled the good memories of the past in front of his hospital bed, and even scrubbed her body. Even if it was inconvenient for her to hold her stomach, she insisted on doing it by herself.

It took too long to separate from Ling Yao. She cherished every minute and second left.

According to Zhao Zhizhou, in these seven days, the focus is mainly on adjuvant treatment. After seven days, it is not too late to consider surgery.

This treatment lasted until the fifth day.

Ling Yao had no response in the first five days. Every day, Hai Xiaomin's sense of urgency strengthened. I wish time could stagnate at this moment. The seven day deadline will never come!

But she didn't expect that what came faster than the deadline was a storm!

At noon on the fifth day, Hai Xiaomin helped Ling Yao wipe his body, but he heard a noise outside the door.

The whole floor is blocked. There is only one patient, Ling Yao. Who will make a noise here?

Hai Xiaomin wiped his hands on the dry towel and opened the door in doubt. He followed the sound and saw the end of the corridor. A group of people were stopped at the elevator entrance by the bodyguard. The two sides were arguing. Hai Xiaomin crossed the crowd and saw several familiar faces!

Old Mr. naghi was protected in the middle by the people, standing with his legs apart. A crutch was supported on the ground by his hands. His old cheek looked cold, and the whole person showed a strong aura of not being angry and self threatening.

Leicia's upper body was wrapped in a gray fur coat, a pair of beautiful legs, black silk stockings, high leather boots, dazzling blonde hair, blue eyes, exquisite makeup on her face, and a fierce color between her eyebrows and eyes.

Another is Ian, dressed in a slim long black windbreaker to the outside of his thigh, standing low-key at the left rear of old naghi. Jun Pang's face is expressionless and his eyes are indifferent, as if he can't focus on the focal length, but he is the first to notice Hai Xiaomin's sight!

Seeing that he looked up to the front and waited impatiently, leicia also looked in that direction: "Hai Xiaomin!"

With leicia's cry, the confrontation crowd suddenly calmed down and looked at Hai Xiaomin. Hai Xiaomin stood stiff at the door of the ward.

It's time to come!

And it was earlier than expected. It seems that old Mr. naghi didn't really ignore Ling Yao. Even if jessio blocked the news, he was known by the other party.

"Jessio, let them come over." Hai Xiaomin ordered and turned into the ward.

The two groups looked at each other. Jessio was not at the scene, but then the wards next to Ling Yao opened. Jessio leaned lazily against the door, yawned and waved to his men.

The bodyguards gave in.

Old Mr. natch snorted coldly and led the way first. Ian and leicia followed behind, and the party came fiercely!