Destined Wife: The Apple of My Eye

Xiaojiuer has activities in the kindergarten today. Sister Chen's company had another incident, Yan Yan took Mingxi and Billowing directly to the playground. With Mingxi's help, she was not tired at all, so she walked behind and looked at the two little guys.

What facilities to play with? Ming Xi took a roll, Yan Yan walked down and waited. At noon, she ate at the theme restaurant of the playground. She rolled a Mickey-shaped bun into Yan Yan's mouth, and her cell phone rang.

"Miss Yan!"

It is a scholar.

"Is it okay?"

The scholar's voice was unusually calm: "The young master had an accident, and now he is in the hospital."

Pop, Yan Yan's chopsticks dropped.

"Doesn't matter?" She could hear her voice.

"not too good……"

Mingxi picked up the chopsticks from the ground: "Auntie? What's wrong with you?"

"Roll, Mingxi, you take the buns on the way to eat, we will go to the hospital immediately."

On the road, Yan Ye saw a traffic push and many cars collided on the highway, resulting in an endgame. Three people were killed and eight were taken to the hospital.

"Mama ..." The little buns didn't eat anymore, holding Yan Yan's arm tightly.

Yan Yan bowed his head and kissed him: "It's all right, let's go to the hospital to see Uncle."

"Is Uncle sick?"

"Well, I'm sick."

At the hospital, Yan Yan pulled Mingxi: "Wait for a while, is Mingxi helping to watch the roll? Okay, you must hold him back."

"Well, I see!" Mingxi promised, "I won't let go of my brother."

Yan Yan led them to the operating room, and the scholar stood there with gauze wrapped around her chest, and saw her rushing to meet her.

"At that time, several cars collided with each other, and I was thrown out without any injuries. The young master protected the whistle, but I ..."

Lang Ruoxian's chest was pierced by an iron rod that flew in, and the situation was not so good.

"Just got in?" Yan Yan lowered her head and looked a little scared.

Most children don't like hospitals. Now the atmosphere is dignified and they cry fast: "Uncle is inside?"

"Well, the doctor was giving him an injection, and it came out after the injection." Yan Yan just spoke, and the door of the operating room really opened. The two medical staff stepped out and looked at them.

"Who are you, type B?"

Yan Yiyi: "Doesn't the hospital even have type B blood?" Isn't this a regular blood type?

"There was a big car accident this morning, and just so many people were sent over. Our blood bank was in a hurry. We have called the blood bank center to bleed, but they will arrive at least two hours.

The scholar is not calm now: "I am not, is there any other way? Isn't any of you B blood?"

"What about collecting at the hospital?" Yan Yan was not, she asked. "There are always so many people in the hospital."

The doctor glanced at the nurse, and the nurse ran to call: "If no one of your relatives is, you can only ask at the hospital, but this will also delay time ..."

"he is!"

Yan Yan and the scholar turned back, and saw Fu Di pushed in a wheelchair, rolling his fingers.

"Your son has Type B blood, can he give Ruoxian a blood transfusion." Fu Di cried, "You can't be so selfish at this time."

Yan Yan gave her a deep look, and then asked the doctor, "My son is three years old, is it okay?"

"We don't want to, because the child is too young, after all." The doctor glanced, "Wait no more!"

"How much can be used," Yan Yan said firmly, "at least for a while."

Hearing the adults saying his name, he was more scared, holding Yan Yan's legs. Yan Yan squatted down and stared up at him: "Roll, now you can help Uncle, would you?"

"Help Uncle Cure?"

"Well, Mom will go with you, the doctor will give you a shot, and then you can save Uncle."

Rolling tears immediately covered the tears: "Don't get a needle, it hurts."

"Roll!" Flute screamed, trying to say something, and the scholar covered his mouth.

Yan Yan didn't even look at her, and continued to tell her son, "But Uncle is not there to help him now, he will be more painful and painful, maybe he will never wake up."

"Are you leaving like a dad?" He asked pitifully.

Yan Yan touched his head: "Don't you like Uncle very much? Would you like to help him?"

"... Don't wake up, Uncle can't wake up, help Uncle," said the little boy, crying. "Mam and billow together."

Yan Yan did disinfection protection and rolled into the operating room. The scholar then let go of the flute, and the flute questioned him angrily.

"What are you doing? Don't you know that Billy is Type B blood? Why didn't you just say?"

The scholar glanced at her lightly: "Just because I know, I won't say, if the master is here, he won't let him give blood to him."

Normal adult blood donation is 300 to 400CC. Doctors dare to use only 100CC of blood, so they dare not ask for it. Children are too young to dare to shoulder this responsibility. But it is this 100CC that allows the operation to continue. After 20 minutes, the nurse rushed over with the blood contributed by the staff in the hospital.

"Pay attention to your child's recent nutrition and don't catch a cold. If you have a fever, go to the hospital immediately." When Yan Yan rolled out, the doctor ordered her.

"But this child is very healthy and usually nutritious. It shouldn't be a big deal."

He was grieved, and held his arm in Yan's arms, and whispered when he was out of the operating room.

"Mama, will Uncle wake up soon?"

"Well, rolling so bravely to help him, he must be awake soon."

After seeing Mingxi waiting outside, she showed him his fat arms, Mingxi also felt sorry for her brother, and crouched down to him.

"I called my mother and she said that she would come right away." Mingxi and Yan Yan said, "Auntie let me take you home first!"

Yan Yan felt that there were no more sensible children than Mingxi, and he thanked him in a formal way. Mingxi smiled embarrassedly, and hurriedly looked at the flowers.

Lang Ruoxian's surgery was still going on, and Flute was protected under Lang Ruoxian at the time, only twisting his feet. She asked the scholar to push her to Yan Yan, and whispered sorry.

"I was just so anxious that I shouldn't shout and scare your son."

Yan Yan glanced at her lightly: "It's okay, understandable."

"He's trying to save me ..." Flute began to cry again.

"He'll be fine." Yan Yan looked at the door of the operating room. "He has a lot of things left to do, and he won't die so easily."

It seems that Flute is scared, eyes widened: "You ... what do you know?"

"I don't know anything." Yan Yan looked at her. "Did I say something wrong, isn't there a lot of things waiting for him to do?"

The flute is silent.

"Yan Yan!" Chen Hong ran out of the elevator, followed by Li Yi. "How's it going? I heard Mingxi said he was rolling blood transfusion, he is so small ..."

Chen Hong snapped and said, until Li Yi pulled her, "Okay, we're here to help."

"You help me take care of it, I'm afraid I won't be able to walk away for a while." Yan Yan kissed his little face, "Going to my brother's house obediently, if the mother doesn't go back at night, she is taking care of your uncle, and I will sleep with my brother good or not?"

He obediently nodded and hugged her: "Ma Ma, you want to bring Uncle back!"

"Yes, my mother must bring him back."

Until the sky became dark and the operating room door finally opened, Lang Ruoxian was pushed out. The doctor was pleased to tell them that the operation was successful.

"He won't wake up at least in the middle of the night, and your family should pay attention."

Yan Yan and the nurse consulted the precautions in detail, and the scholar finally reassured to call to arrange a transfer. Because the place was closest to the accident, Lang Ruoxian was sent over. Now that he is out of danger, he can be transferred to Lang's own hospital.

"You go back to the ward to rest, and when he wakes up, I call you." Yan Ai started to cry, and asked her, "what do you want to eat, I'll buy it."

The scholar hurriedly said, "No need, no, I called someone over, and the master will trouble you, Miss Yan."

Yan Yan said nothing and went to the ward. Fandi didn't follow, and didn't know if he had left or returned to his ward.

"I asked the bodyguard to take her back to the hotel." After a while, the scholar returned to the ward, carrying several lunch boxes in his hands. "You eat a little, and then we will be transferred to the hospital. The conditions there are better than here. You can rest at night."

Yan Yan glanced at him: "So sure I will stay."

"Hehe!" The scholar pushed his glasses. "When the young master wakes up, I hope to see you at first sight, otherwise I won't let you be affected."

Yan Yan smiled and ate the food quietly. The taste is very good, and it comes from the back chef of the hotel. After eating, the scholar called the bodyguard and the people from Lang's Hospital to start transferring Lang Ruoxian.

He hadn't awoken to the hospital there, and his ward was comparable to the presidential suite. The scholar also asked someone to go to the house and take some of her clothing supplies. Yan Huan changed her home clothes and leaned on the sofa to scan Weibo. Occasionally, she could see Lang Ruoxian for a long time.

"What the **** do you owe others, so desperately." She murmured softly, and looked back at her phone.

My heart was still unable to calm down, and I looked at Lang Ruoxian again: "If there are any sequelae in the future, I will not forgive you ... hum."

The scholar secretly glanced at him after a while, Yan Yan knew that he was afraid that he was sleeping and that his master was out of control and ignored him. Later, when he was sleepy, he turned on the TV and watched a movie. Until 3 o'clock in the middle of the night, Lang Ruoxian finally had movement.

"Your life is so big." Yan Yan called the doctor by ringing the bell, then looked at Lang Ruoxian and said, "Go out and look at the yellow calendar in the future."

Lang Ruoxian stared straight at her, suddenly reaching out.

"Don't move!" Yan Yan quickly pressed his arm down. "Don't kill you?"

"Hehe ..." Lang Ruoxian closed his eyes and smiled. "Great……."

Yan Yan said angrily, "You can't wake up if you are not good."

"Well ..." Lang Ruoxian opened her eyes and looked at her. "I thought I was going to die then, and then I heard you and billowing voices."