C457 (1/2)

Mo Ye Han's eyes were red and his tone was resolute and decisive, ”I want to go in!”

”There's an emergency room inside. You're just a relative, you can't go in!”

The official's tone was the same as before. ”He's so angry that he really wants to go berserk again!” Then tell me, how long has she been in there? Hm? From around ten in the morning till three in the morning! Tell me, what have you all been doing for so long?

Are you doctors? All of them were fucking quack doctors! Every year, with so many women giving birth, it would only take a few hours. Why did my wife have to go in for so long? What exactly did you do in there!? ”

Mo Eversnow's eyes were filled with distrust.

He was about to call. He didn't believe in the hospital anymore. He wanted to take Long Qian to another hospital, overseas was fine too. In any case, he had a private jet, so he could just apply for a flight path.

He didn't dare to wait any longer. He was exhausted and had no result!

However, those around him always threatened him with the phrase, ”the current pregnant women are too weak to endure such torture. If you move even a little bit, you might lose your life.” Even Mother Rong joined the team to persuade her!

Mo Eversnow was not afraid of anything! But this time, he admitted that he was scared! Compared to a shallow life, there was nothing more important!

But today, he had to go in and see how his beloved girl was doing inside. If he stayed outside for even a second longer, he would feel as if he was suffering from a life-and-death struggle.

Mo Ye Han used the power and power in his hands and let the hospital open the door to the operation room for him. Under the guidance of the nurse, he underwent a thorough disinfection of his entire body.

He changed his clothes, wore a hood and a mask, and washed his fingers with a special disinfectant. His fingernails … Then he walked into the operation room.

Walking into the obstetrics and gynecology department, he saw Long's shallow nose pierced with an oxygen tube, lying on the operating table with his legs stretched out high by the bracket. Her face was frighteningly pale, like a sheet of paper.

Even though Mo Ye Han was wearing a mask, he could still smell the smell of blood in the air. When the man saw this scene, his heart violently trembled.

He suddenly remembered the first time he had seen her in the Civil Affairs Bureau. Her skin was so fair and charming. When she smiled, she looked so pure and cute. Such a fresh and fresh person was currently lying here without making a sound.

She had followed him through many hardships. For a woman to be able to do such a thing, it was as if she'd stepped into heaven. However, why had she become so weak!

Mo Ye Han's heart was filled with hatred towards him once again. Just because he made the wrong decision, such a thing had actually happened.

He saw that both her hands were pumping liquid.

One was a transparent liquid, the other was blood!

Was this how she had been supporting her life for such a long time? How much blood had she lost?

The last thing Mo Yeyan dared to think about was … Would this woman be able to hold on? As long as he slightly leaned on this question, he would subconsciously dodge to the side.

Never would he have thought that there would come a day he, Mo Ye Han, was so afraid.

On the shelf over there, the numbers were constantly changing. The surgeons, speaking to each other in a steady voice, understood the jargon. The nurses were busy, and the entire operating room seemed to be at war.

Only Mo Ye Han stood there. He did not know what to do, and was at a loss of what to do. He didn't even dare to take a step forward, look at her, or even extend his hand to pull her up. He was afraid that if he touched her, he would destroy her.

The dizziness was great, but the heartache was even greater!