Eighty Hot Wife: Marry a Rough Man and Raise Babies

Chapter 82

"Who the hell are you! Why are you still beating people!"

The driver struggled to resist, but was controlled by Officer Gong.

Jiang Mianmian suppressed the anger in her heart, clenched her fists, and said to Police Officer Gong, "Choubao lost a lot of blood and needs type A blood. I need your help."

Upon hearing this, Officer Gong immediately handed over the troublemaker driver to a colleague next to him.

He said to the surrounding policemen: "Whoever has blood type A here, go to the hospital and help."

All the comrades in the police station had collected blood samples, so this was one of the best ways Jiang Mianmian could think of.

The comrades at the police station were very enthusiastic, and they stood up straight away.

"I am, draw my blood."

"I'm also type A blood."

"Pick mine."

Seeing everyone's sincerity, Jiang Mianmian solemnly bowed deeply to all police comrades.

"Thank you so much."

The white gums of the big and small guys showed their smiles, and then they saluted solemnly.

"Serve the people!"

After finally waiting for the doctor to draw blood, Jiang Mianmian watched the policemen leave.

Sure enough, no matter where you are, police comrades are always trustworthy.

Turning around, I saw Xu Anping walking over with a pale face.

She grabbed him and carefully helped him to sit on the seat.

"Is there any discomfort? Do you want to vomit?" The voice was full of anxiety.

The corner of the man's mouth was slightly raised, he raised his hand to touch her face, and then pinched his nose.

Jokingly said: "Fortunately, you brought a few more people over, otherwise the nurse would have drained my blood."

"Others know how to measure, and they will stop smoking after a certain level. What kind of heart are you doing?"

Seeing myself being slapped by the little girl.

He quickly retracted his arms, sat on the chair, and pursed his mouth alone.

"Hey, no one hurts."

"Okay, okay, I hurt."

Before the two could say a few words, the white coat from the operating room walked out.

"Are the patient's family here?"

"I'm here, I'm here, how is the child?"

The two hurriedly walked to the front of the white coats, their hands trembling uncontrollably, and their faces looked full of anticipation.

"The child's blood has been controlled and no bone is injured. After the sutures are sutured, he will be sent to the ward in a while. You can arrange to be hospitalized."

Hearing her words, the hanging hearts of the two finally relaxed.

Jiang Mianmian felt dizzy and staggered backwards. Fortunately, the man beside her had quick eyesight and quick hands to support her.

"Mianmian, are you okay?" He was very worried.

The woman shook her head, feeling her body was limp and her limbs were weak, so she hurriedly sat down on the chair.

"Maybe I'm too excited. I'll take it easy. At this point, An Jin will be out of school soon, right? You should pick him up quickly, or he should go home by himself."

"Then I'll pick him up first, you wait for me here, can you be alone?"

The man was not very relieved of her, he didn't know where to put his hands, his palms were sweating, and he frowned and asked repeatedly.

"Don't worry, I was too excited just now, it's nothing serious."

When Xu Anping brought the boy to the hospital, he saw that she had fallen asleep leaning on the chair.

"Sister-in-law she"

"Shh, keep your voice down, let her sleep for a while, today's incident has frightened your sister-in-law, let's sit and wait for a while, Smelly Baby should be out soon."

Xu Anjin, who had a bellyful of words to say, had no choice but to swallow the words back.

He watched the patients rushing in and out of the hospital, his heart beat like a deer, his hands were thumping, and he clenched his fists unconsciously.

When he heard the news, he felt that he had fallen into the abyss of despair, and felt that he could no longer see light and hope.

"Brother, will Smelly Baby be okay?"

"He'll be fine."

The two brothers glanced at each other tacitly, and stopped talking.

After waiting for about 10 minutes, the door of the operating room was opened.

A hospital bed rolled out.

Jiang Mianmian woke up suddenly when she heard the noise, and she hurriedly surrounded the two of them.

The little boy's palm-sized face was covered with bruises, and the blood on his face hadn't been washed off.

Lips are chapped due to chronic dryness.

Part of his hair had been shaved off, and a scar of more than ten centimeters wound around his head like a creepy centipede.

The doctor then put a thick bandage on his head.

The anesthetic was slowly metabolized, and his complexion was very bad, and he looked very pale. It may be because of the pain, and his expression was also more painful.

Dr. Wang took off his mask, his face was a little haggard, but his voice gave people a sense of security.

But just in his early forties, with a red face and piercing eyes, he is a chief surgeon who strives for perfection, known as "a knife".

"The operation went well. After the anesthetic wears off, the wound will hurt. I will give him a painkiller injection."

"Thank you, Dr. Wang, for your hard work."

It was the first time for Xu Anjin to see Chou Bao lying on the hospital bed so pitifully, and his eyes turned red.

He froze there for a long time, for a long time, he didn't know when the doctors and nurses left.

All he knew was: at this moment, he couldn't do anything to help him, so he could just sit there, pray for Smelly Treasure, and wait quietly...

After completing the hospitalization procedures, Chou Bao had already lost two bottles of liquid.

The ticking sound was very clear in the quiet ward.

Jiang's father and Jiang's mother, who came with cotton wool, hurried into the ward.

When they saw Chou Bao's restless sleeping face, they all lowered their voices by coincidence.

"How is the child?"

"Before the anesthesia was over, I was crying all the time, and I got a painkiller injection, and now I fell asleep again."

Hearing her daughter's words, Jiang's mother patted her immature shoulders, turned her head to look at her emaciated grandson on the hospital bed, and felt unbearable pain in her heart.

The child is still so young, but has suffered such a big crime.

"What about the driver? Has he been arrested?"

Jiang Mianmian caringly helped Choubao pinch the horns, looking a little dazed.

"I'm locked up at the police station. I'm afraid I'll be jailed for several years with fatigue driving and drinking."

"This kind of person should be arrested and shot. A few years in prison is considered light."

Mother Jiang took out a towel and wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, with a look of indignation.

Several people were discussing this matter quietly, and there was a sudden noise from the corridor outside.

Chou Bao also frowned because of the noise, twisted his whole face together, and moaned in his sleep.

"That's the case?"

Several people looked at each other, very puzzled.

At this time, an old woman who was over fifty years old was slumped on the ground, holding the thigh of a young female nurse with her hands and crying non-stop.

"Nurse girl, which house is the person who was bumped into today? I beg you to tell me this poor old woman! My son was arrested by them! How can I live without a son!"

The nurse's little sister's face was flushed with anxiety, and she was sweating all over, but the old woman was so strong that she couldn't pull it out.

"Auntie, how many times have I told you that this is other people's privacy, I can't say it."

(End of this chapter)