Cold young chasing his wife has a deep routine

Chapter 1322 He Is Your Number One Fan
He didn't care whether An Ran would be afraid after seeing him.

He rushed out of the monitoring room briskly, and went straight to the direction where An Ran disappeared.

The doctor said that An Ran's current situation should not be stimulated a little bit, otherwise the fetus in her stomach might not be able to survive.

So he can't control others, as long as his safety is intact, he doesn't ask for anything.

Fearing that Leng Chengtian would frighten An Ran, Li Xuesi called the doctor in charge, and hurriedly chased after her son.

So a landscape appeared in the hospital.

The man was like a rocket that had been ignited, running ahead quickly.

And behind him followed a large group of people, chasing desperately, and the whole hospital was frightened.

And the instigator of the incident, An Ran, was sitting by the hospital bed, staring at the person with tubes all over his body in a daze.

She has a very familiar, very familiar feeling, but she can't touch it, where is the familiarity.

"Miaomiao, do I know him? Why do I feel so familiar?" An Ran raised her head to ask, and Shui Miaomiao's tears couldn't stop falling down.

"He's your number one fan, of course you know him."

The doctor issued a critical illness notice twice, and Shui Miaomiao didn't know what to do.

She wasn't sure if she would tell her sister about her nephew's condition when the doctor issued another critical illness notice.

That was his mother after all, and she had the right to know about her son.

But if she knew that her son died to save An Ran, would she still like An Ran?

No, definitely not, she would hate An Ran to death.

And that was exactly the result that my nephew didn't want to see.

So Shui Miaomiao endured pressure that others could not bear.

Looking at the man's familiar face, An Ran felt a splitting headache, as if something was about to come out of her head, but there was another barrier blocking her.

She was very sad, very sad.

"An Ran, are you okay? Your complexion is very bad."

In the end, Shui Miaomiao was still worried about An Ran, and couldn't help but stepped forward to support An Ran.

An Ran waved her hand, and subconsciously grabbed the man's hand on the hospital bed: "I, I'm fine, just, I just have a headache."

I don't know if he was scratched by her, or if he heard her voice, the man woke up slowly and opened his eyes: "An, An Ran..."

The man's voice was soft and extremely low, like a feather gliding over people's hearts.

But it was only for a moment, and no one could hear it.

But when An Ran heard it, she turned her head in surprise and looked at the man's narrowed eyes: "He, he woke up."

Following An Ran's gaze, a look of surprise flashed across Shui Miaomiao's face, but it was only for a moment, and with a hint of crying, she turned around and ran outside the intensive care unit.

"Doctor, doctor, come and see my nephew."

Shui Miaomiao's voice was full of tears.

She was afraid, she was terribly afraid, she was afraid that her nephew would come back to life, and then he would never wake up again.

It just so happened that Leng Chengtian and others arrived, and the medical staff behind him immediately rushed into the intensive care unit.

Leng Chengtian grabbed Shui Miaomiao's skirt and asked, "Where's An Ran? Where is Ran Ran?"

There was a scarlet light in the man's eyes, as if he would go crazy at any moment.

Xu Qiusheng came out from nowhere, hugged Leng Chengtian and said, "Chengtian, don't get excited, just talk about things slowly."

"Let go, speak slowly, how to speak slowly, do you know that she took An Ran away, but she has my child in her stomach, she can't stand the slightest stimulation, if something goes wrong with Ran Ran, I won't let it go passed her."

(End of this chapter)