The scent of that woman’s perfu on his body made him nauseous. The first thing he did when he got back was take a shower and change his clothes.
Thinking of this, he sighed. Yiyi, where are you? Have you lived well over the years? Why don’t you co back? Do you not even care about your own children?
His mind wandered as he drove. Just as he arrived ho, he saw an ambulance parked in the yard. He was stunned. What happened?
In that brief mont of distraction, the ambulance sped past him and was out the gate in a blink of an eye.
He suddenly rembered Aunt Wu’s words earlier. Ji Die seed to be feeling unwell. Could it be Xiao Die...
He suddenly didn’t dare to think further. He stepped on the gas, his hands hitting the steering wheel, and drove after the ambulance.
He called Ji Die’s phone, but no one answered. Could it really be Xiao Die...
No, absolutely not.
All the way, his heart felt like it was being fried in hot oil. This short distance felt so incredibly long to him.
At the hospital, he watched the rear doors of the ambulance open, and two nurses pushed the ergency bed down. Aunt Wu also jumped off and hurried after them.
On the ergency bed lay a pale-faced woman. Despite the dark night, he recognized her at a glance.
It was Ji Die.
He suddenly struck the steering wheel with a fierce punch. "You bastard..."
"Xiao Die..." He chased after her in a panic.
Outside the ergency room, Aunt Wu was circling anxiously, like an ant on a hot pan.
"Aunt Wu, what happened to Xiao Die?" Qin Zhuan walked up quickly, looking at the red light of the operating room, and clenched his fists.
Seeing Qin Zhuan, Aunt Wu couldn’t help but complain, "Sir, where have you been? I called you repeatedly but you didn’t answer. Madam... Madam, she..." Her eyes reddened uncontrollably as she spoke.
Qin Zhuan urgently asked, "What happened to Madam?"
Aunt Wu choked back tears. "Madam had stomach pains since morning. I told her to go to the hospital, but she didn’t want to trouble you and stubbornly refused to go. In the middle of the night, I got worried and found that her pains got worse, and she was bleeding..." At this point, she gave Qin Zhuan a reproachful look.
"Sir, I know I have no right to say this, but even if you fire , I have to speak up. Since you chose to marry Madam, you must be responsible to her and especially to your child. Madam is a wonderful woman. Do you know how much pain she has silently endured just to not trouble you? You don’t know. You only chase after soone who will never love you, neglecting the one who loves you the most. n, you’re all the sa. One day, you will regret it."
Qin Zhuan’s fists clenched tightly. Aunt Wu’s words, though sharp and direct, pierced his heart like a knife, causing blood to flow.
At that mont, the light in the operating room turned off. A female doctor wearing a mask walked out. Qin Zhuan and Aunt Wu imdiately went over. Qin Zhuan anxiously asked, "Doctor, how is she?"
The doctor glanced at him, "What is your relationship to the patient?"
Qin Zhuan pursed his lips. "I am her husband."
The doctor coldly replied, "I’m sorry, the patient was brought in too late. The child could not be saved." She frowned at the man in front of her. "The patient is an elderly pregnant woman and needs to be extrely careful. I don’t know what kind of husband you are." Shaking her head, she walked away.
Qin Zhuan’s face turned pale and he couldn’t help but stagger back a couple of steps.
The child...could not be saved.
Aunt Wu cried, "Oh, my poor Madam, why is your life so hard?"
Soon, two nurses pushed the ergency bed out. On the bed lay a woman with an extrely pale face, tubes inserted into her body, looking weak and frail.
As Qin Zhuan looked at her, he couldn’t help but be overco with sorrow, feeling both guilty and remorseful. When Xiao Die wakes up, how will he face her?
It was all his fault. He should have stayed by her side last night, not gone anywhere, but Yiyi...
His mind in turmoil, he suddenly grabbed his hair and let out a low roar.
When Wei Qing returned to the office, she saw a young girl in a purple scrubs lounging on the couch, a laptop on her lap, her fingers dancing quickly over the keyboard.
"Don’t call for such things next ti. Acting is exhausting." Wei Qing plopped down on the couch, rubbing her temples.
Ji Yunya’s gaze remained on the screen, her hands still moving at full speed. She smiled and said, "You were taught by , personally. I trust you to handle everything well."
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