After the divorce, she was pregnant with the child of the paranoid boss

Chapter 12 If there is an afterlife

Gu Yancheng is a black belt in Taekwondo. When he instinctively stretched his legs, Qiao Jiuer fell face forward and fell heavily on the cold floor of the hospital corridor.

After Qiao Jiu'er fell down with a "bang", she suddenly fell silent.

Seeing her like this, Gu Yancheng became nervous and was about to help her up when he heard a woman screaming from behind.

"Ah, murder, murder!" Then he ran away immediately.

Only at this moment did he notice that the place where Qiao Jiu'er fell had already stained the white floor tiles red, and the blood was still flowing.

His heart began to pound, he quickly hugged Qiao Jiu'er horizontally, and quickly rushed to the emergency room.

The doctor immediately performed various examinations on her, saying that because she had just undergone an abortion, she was greatly stimulated and impacted by external forces, which caused massive uterine bleeding after the abortion, and she might be in a coma for a few days.

In severe cases, it can even lead to death.

After receiving the news, Lenin Xiang also rushed to the hospital immediately, and looked outside the door at the distraught Gu Yancheng who was guarding Qiao Jiu'er, her heart seemed to be stabbed by something.

"Brother Yancheng, why did Qiao Jiu'er suddenly bleed profusely? In this situation, can my operation still proceed normally?"

Gu Yancheng didn't raise his head, and didn't bother to look at Leninxiang again, his eyes were full of emptiness: "It's like this now, do you think it's meaningful to mention this matter at this time?"

Leninxiang hurriedly avoided his gaze, unwilling to give up, and continued to pester.

"Brother Yancheng, it's really hard to make an appointment with that specialist. I only queued up when I was looking for a relationship, and having Qiao Jiu'er remove her uterus while she's in a coma can reduce her pain, which is much easier than when she's awake. , in case she regrets..."

"I always say what I say, and I don't want to repeat meaningless words a second time." Gu Yancheng's abyss-like eyes seemed to be able to swallow people, he looked at Qiao Jiu'er on the bed and stopped talking.

Leninxiang could only put away her tricks, clenched her fists, and stared at the pale woman on the hospital bed through gritted teeth.

In this way, Qiao Jiuer stayed in the intensive care unit for two days and two nights before being transferred to the general ward, and did not wake up until the fourth day.

But when she woke up, she was notified that she would have a uterus transplant in the afternoon.Just when the operation was about to be performed, she wanted to escape again, but found that she didn't even have the strength to pull out the needle, let alone climb out of the hospital.

She just vaguely heard someone talking in the corridor outside the door, and couldn't help pricking up her ears to listen.

"The patient has just had an abortion and is still bleeding. If the operation is performed now, it will have a certain adverse effect, both from a medical point of view and from her personal health." This is one of the people who put her on the operating table that day male doctor.

At this time, another fierce female voice sounded.

"What does her life have to do with me? You heard me clearly, what I want is for you to arrange an operation as soon as possible. As long as the operation is successful, giving me a healthy son is enough."

Qiao Jiu'er knew that this was Leninxiang, and she knew what she would face next, but she was powerless to resist. After thinking about it, she felt that there was only one last chance.

With eyes closed, there was the sound of glass bottles falling to the ground and breaking.Qiao Jiuer's face was bloodless, and he stood up with force. The broken glass on the ground was so eye-catching, like himself in a mess.

Hearing the commotion in the room, the doctor hurriedly opened the door, only to see Qiao Jiuer pick up a piece of broken glass on the ground and put it on his wrist.

The group of people turned pale with shock, but Qiao Jiuer looked at everyone in front of him as if death was at home.

"Call Gu Yancheng."

Gu Yancheng, who was in a meeting at the company, received the news and immediately dropped everything, frowning tightly, and the gas pedal under his feet had been turned to the highest point. When he arrived at the hospital, the door of the ward was already full of people.

"Jiu'er, put down the knife." Gu Yancheng's tone was like an order.

"Gu Yancheng, who do you think you are? It's up to me to decide whether to live or die. Do you think I'm still that silly girl from before? You forced me to do so." Qiao Jiuer's tone was full of sarcasm and hate.

Gu Yancheng was so nervous that his voice began to tremble, and his gaze was no longer as sharp as before, "Qiao Jiuer, what exactly do you want?"

Qiao Jiuer laughed coldly a few times.

"You should know what I want to do. It's already obvious. Since you can't decide what you want, you can decide what to lose."

At this time, Gu Yancheng had already realized her intention, and he rushed over with a stride, trying to stop her.

But in the blink of an eye, Qiao Jiuer's helpless smile suddenly flashed in front of Gu Yancheng's eyes.

"Yancheng, if there is an afterlife, let's be together." After finishing speaking, Qiao Jiuer stabbed the sharp piece of glass at his wrist...

Opening her eyes again, Qiao Jiuer found herself lying on a big soft bed.

She sat up with difficulty, looking at the unfamiliar decorations around her, Qiao Jiu'er looked down at her finished wrist again, with a dazed expression.

"Me? Is this the underworld?"

After saying that, Qiao Jiuer thought of something, and retorted as if talking to herself: "No, no, this is definitely not the underworld, so where am I?"

Supporting her heavy head, she felt groggy all over.

Just as he was about to get out of bed, the door was pushed open from the outside.

A middle-aged woman in her 40s came in with porridge and side dishes, and put the tray on the table. She looked up at Qiao Jiuer again.

"Miss Qiao, don't move yet, lie down and recuperate."

There was a faint sharp pain in the abdomen, thinking of the unborn child...

Qiao Jiu'er clenched her teeth, and a surge of hatred rose in her heart.

She looked at the middle-aged woman with vigilant eyes: "Who are you? Where am I?"

Mrs. Wang smiled: "Miss Qiao, don't be nervous or afraid. I won't harm you. It's my husband who put you in a villa in the countryside and asked me to take care of you."

Sister-in-law Wang said as she picked up the rice porridge: "Drink the rice porridge first."

The vigilance in Qiao Jiu'er's eyes increased instead of diminishing: "Who is sir?"

When she asked these questions, Qiao Jiu'er still had some expectation in her heart, how she wished to hear that familiar name from Mrs. Wang.

How nice it would be if he saved her?

But when Mrs. Wang uttered that familiar yet unfamiliar name, Qiao Jiu'er couldn't help being stunned.

Mrs. Wang shook her head: "Miss Qiao, don't think too much. No matter what your attitude is towards Mr., it is Mr. who saved you. Mr. said that your life belongs to him. Let me take care of you and supervise you. , let’s drink the porridge obediently.”

He never expected that it was Gu Yancheng who rescued her in a critical moment, and even placed her in a villa in the suburbs, and even sent someone to take care of her 24 hours a day.

(End of this chapter)