The god of rebirth counts the world

Chapter 215

At this time, the door of the delivery room opened, and Mr. Wang hurriedly looked up, but it was a baby in the arms of a nurse.

So the eyes of the old king and others lit up, and they hurried over to look at it, and took the baby excitedly.

The old king's usually serious face suddenly became cheerful: "Look at this kid, he looks so much like Ben when he was a child!"

Others also came over and praised one after another: "The eyes are also pretty, like Mr."

A group of people seemed very happy, only Mr. Wang stood there, staring at the closed delivery room, not wanting to say a word.

I don't know how long it took, he raised his neck with difficulty, took a deep breath, clenched his fists, and waited for this tormenting moment minute by minute.

At this moment, the door of the delivery room suddenly opened, and his gaze suddenly shot over like this.

A doctor came out. He looked at Mr. Wang and said solemnly: "The queen seems to be bleeding heavily now. We are trying our best to rescue her. Now here is a consent form that needs to be signed by Mr. Wang."

Mr. Wang took the consent form and scanned it roughly, and saw that there were various possible dangers listed on it, each of which was shocking to look at. Thinking of Han Zhu encountering those, he would feel suffocating pain.

At this time, the doctor looked at Mr. Wang from the side: "Sir, time is urgent."

Mr. Wang took the pen and wrote his name tremblingly in the signature column of relatives, while frowning tightly, he questioned coldly: "Why is this happening? Didn't you say everything is fine in advance?"

After hearing this, the doctor had no choice but to explain: "This kind of situation has a 2% chance of happening, which cannot be predicted in advance."

At this time, Fang Xiuping also came over, looking at the doctor worriedly: "Doctor, nothing will happen to my daughter!"

Even the old king, who was teasing his newborn grandson, frowned when he heard this: "What's the matter?"

The doctor was in a hurry and the time was short, so he had to briefly introduce the current situation to the two kings.

The old king put away the smiling face that was teasing his grandson just now, and looked at Mr. King seriously, but he saw his dark face and said nothing.

So with a sullen face, he ordered the doctor in a deep voice: "Save the queen at all costs!"

The doctor had no choice but to say: "Yes, we will definitely try our best."

Several hours had passed since the doctor had entered, and the child had returned to the nursery, under the supervision of the old king, accompanied by his nurse and nurse.

Only Mr. King is still standing here, his tall and slender body is like a lonely tree.

Surrounded by nurses, escorts, and secretaries, they whispered and persuaded him, but he couldn't hear a word.

All his thoughts were on the door of the delivery room.

He seemed to see medical staff coming and going, and they brought blood from the Rongyuan Special Blood Bank.

He knew that his Han Zhu must have encountered great danger, maybe she was enduring suffering, but there was nothing he could do, he could only wait here.

The people around were talking to him anxiously, but now in his mind, there was only that one door in the whole world.

The light inside is always on and red, which means that Han Zhu is always in danger, doesn't it?

Mr. Wang didn't know how long he just waited without eating or drinking. Finally, the red light went out and the door opened.

The doctor who came out had a serious expression on his face: "I'm sorry, sir, we did our best."

As soon as these words came out, Mr. Wang's face immediately lost all color, and his knife-like eyes just shot straight at the doctor.

His dry lips moved with difficulty: "What do you mean?"

The doctor lowered his head and said in a very sad voice: "The Queen, her heart has stopped beating."

The people around became quiet all of a sudden, as if they didn't even dare to breathe.

They looked at Mr. King, but saw that Mr. King hadn't spoken for a long time.

He just stared at the doctor so sharply, as if he could intimidate the other party just by looking at him like this, and the other party would not say that.

None of this is, of course, impossible.

After a long time, he finally said in a low hoarse voice: "Has she gone now?"

The doctor lowered his head and stopped talking.

Mr. King moved his steps stiffly, trying to walk in, but as soon as he moved, he felt severe pain all over his body, as if he was the one who had undergone childbirth.

With a wry smile, he used his firm will to force himself to forget the pain, and approached the operating room step by step.

(End of this chapter)