Black-bellied president, love is too much!

Chapter 415 The telepathy between mother and child

The door of the ward.

Yang Yang comforted Mu Ziyuan for a while, then turned his head to look for his mother.

"Uncle Cheng, have you seen my mother?"

Cheng Jiayang scratched the back of his head, struggled for a while, bent down on one knee, gently pinched his little face and said:
"Your mother... will not come to see you in a few hours. Can you play with uncle and dad right now?... No, I will pick up Jiayi and let Jiayi come to accompany you."

Xiao Yangyang was a smart child, his father didn't tell him where his mother was, and Uncle Cheng didn't tell him where his mother was, and his grandmother and Uncle Chen Hao disappeared.

Something must have happened to the mother.

He looked at the shocking pools of blood on the ground, his eyes turned red, and he raised his head and asked Cheng Jiayang:
"Is my mother bleeding?"

Cheng Jiayang scratched his head: "This..."

"The blood on the ground is from my mother, right?" Yang Yang's voice was tinged with tears.

Cheng Jiayang grabbed his hair and fell silent.

Yang Yang sniffed and began to shed tears with his mouth curled up.

"Mom has shed so much blood, will she die..."

When Mu Ziyuan heard the cry of the child, he patted Yang Yang's back with his big hands, and comforted him:

"Mom will not die, she will live, and live well."

Yang Yang cried loudly.

Mom really shed so much blood...

The tears from the orbit of the left eye flooded the wound, and it was very painful. The blood flowed out of the eyeball again, diluted by the tears, and soaked the gauze on the eye.

This day was the most difficult day for Mu Ziyuan.

Five years ago, his whole body was scorched, every inch of his skin was so painful that he was numb, lying on the bed like a ghost, he was not as uncomfortable as today.

He wished that the injured person was himself, not women and children.

"Baby, don't cry, mom is fine, mom will be fine..."

Yang Yang's attending doctor rushed over upon hearing the sound, looked at Yang Yang, and said anxiously:

"As for the child's mother, how many times have I said that the child's eyes are hurt, and he can't shed tears, can't shed tears! Why do you still let the child stand outside and cry? Do you want the eyes!"

Yang Yang cried loudly, shouting "Mom...I want to find my mother", not listening to what the doctor said.

Mu Ziyuan frantically coaxed Yangyang, but Yangyang cried more and more with his mouth open.

An imposing seven-foot man, but he is helpless...

Why did things become like this, Mu Ziyuan's world collapsed!
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Xia Haiqing on the operating table had already been given anesthesia and passed out.

The moment Yang Yang was crying, she suddenly opened her eyes as if she had a telepathy!
The oxygen tube was directly plugged from her mouth to the airway, making her speechless.

She was emotionally unstable, panting heavily, and the oxygen mask hanging between her nose was emitting white mist.

The effect of the anesthetic caused her to struggle hard, and she could only move in a small range.

The doctor in charge who was performing the curettage operation on her noticed it and was taken aback, and immediately withdrew the sharp medical equipment from her passageway to avoid accidentally injuring her.

The assistant stepped forward and wiped the doctor's cold sweat with a sterilized towel.

"What's going on? Isn't it anesthetized? How did the person wake up?" The attending doctor asked the anesthetist with a frown.

The anesthesiologist was also puzzled: "This has never happened before... Obviously I have been anesthetized..."

The assistant looked at Xia Haiqing's throbbing throat, and said, "The patient seems to want to talk. It must be some kind of obsession, which strengthened her perseverance, so anesthetics are useless to her."

The attending doctor pointed: "Listen to what she said, tell her that no matter what happens, wait until after the operation, and ask her to cooperate with the operation, otherwise her life will be in danger."

(End of this chapter)