Rebirth in the abortion operating room, the rough husband domineeringly dotes on him

Chapter 41 I Promise

Jiang Zhixing stood in front of the large French window, and Liu Zhi was already asleep on the sofa.

The sun was getting bigger and bigger, and Jiang Zhixing closed the blackout curtains in the room.The woman on the sofa sleeps peacefully.

He didn't want to wake up Azhi, so he spoke in a very low voice, but he didn't want to think that there seemed to be someone else opposite him, and this person seemed to have pretty good hearing.

He was a little surprised when a strange male voice suddenly appeared on the phone.

Jiang Zhixing's heart skipped a beat, and for some reason he felt his breathing was a little disordered. He took the phone a little further, covered his chest with his left hand, and took two slow, deep breaths before his heart felt calm.

There was no sound on the other side of the phone. Jiang Zhixing held the phone and waited silently, not knowing what he was expecting.

Xiao Le suddenly turned his head and looked at the man on the bed, his lips twitched and his expression was complicated. Finally, he looked at the middle-aged man on the bed with his eyes darkly, and his voice trembled slightly: "You...?"

The middle-aged man's tone was very urgent. He couldn't help but push himself up and asked again expectantly: "Who is this? His voice."

His figure really looked the same as when he was young, and he couldn't help but have a glimmer of hope in his heart. Maybe this child was the child he had been looking for.

It was as if he was grasping at a life-saving straw, clinging to the sleeve that was too small to let go.

His eyes were crazy and scary, and he stretched out his hand to grab Xiao Le's phone.

"Calm down. He is a family member of my patient, not the person you are looking for." Xiao Le hung up the phone abruptly, sat on the edge of the hospital bed, hugged the middle-aged man, and caressed him patiently. of his back to help him calm down as soon as possible to avoid excessive pressure on his heart and aggravation of his condition.

The middle-aged man was tightly held in Xiao Le's arms. His struggling movements gradually became weak, and his shoulders suddenly sank.

Xiao Le did not let go, and still comforted softly: "I know, I know what you mean, I have been looking for it, and when I find it, I will inform you. Can you believe me again? I promise, I will hurry up. , soon. Just wait."

Xiao Le's voice was hoarse and low, almost pleading. He was also afraid, afraid that everything would be in vain in the end.

The originally bright eyes of the man in his arms slowly dimmed again. His eyes were dull and he stared blankly into the void: "No! Not again!"

He stretched out his hand, pushed Xiao Le away, and leaned against the bedside as if frustrated. He blinked his eyes, and a tear suddenly fell from his eyes: "It's so similar. This is the most similar. It turns out that it's not. .”

The disappointment, suffocation, and gloominess in the words made people feel like they couldn't breathe.

As a doctor, Xiao Le was used to seeing all kinds of despair and collapse, but he still felt that the man's suppression of neither crying nor making trouble was a bit lifeless, making it difficult for him to breathe.

She forced herself to help the man twist out the hot towel and handed it to him. She saw that the man was exhausted and fell into a deep sleep.

He immediately informed the nurse and left the ward in a hurry.

His thoughts were complicated and uneasy, and a heavy burden had weighed him down like a mountain for so many years.

He leaned against the wall outside the ward, staring blankly at the phone in his hand, his fingers turning white as he held it.

Why did Jiang Zhixing call? Did he agree to do a paternity test?

Moreover, what should I do if a paternity test is performed and it is found that he is not his son.

Thinking of the man's weak appearance lying on the hospital bed, he didn't know that his body had been declining for a short time. He couldn't bear such a blow when he was given hope and then disappointed.

Xiao Le held the phone firmly with his right hand and walked away.

In the stairwell, Xiao Le leaned weakly on the railing, his right leg slightly bent. With a firm look on his face, he dialed Jiang Zhixing's phone number again.

"You heard it all." Xiao Le smiled bitterly: "He is the person I was talking about. It seems that you must be related by blood. He just heard your voice and asked me like crazy who you are."

Jiang Zhixing's expression was a little complicated. When the call was hung up, he was still a little unresponsive. After thinking for a long time, he finally guessed the identity of the speaker.

"What's wrong with him?" Xiao Le asked hesitantly when he heard his hoarse voice.

Xiao Le sneered: "Oh, don't you care? Why do you think of asking again? He is probably just an insignificant person to you." Xiao Le had resentment in his heart. He had begged him many times, but he None of them agreed. It was rare that he was willing to ask a few more questions, so Xiao Le couldn't help but want to stab him.

The phone suddenly heard a "beep" busy tone.

Xiao Le's expression immediately changed, and he slapped himself twice with an annoyed look on his face. His fair face instantly turned pink.

He quickly called again.

But he hung up the phone over and over again.

Xiao Le was about to cry but had no tears. He hated himself for being arrogant. He knew what kind of person he was, so why did he provoke him so easily.

He slumped on the steps with a grimace on his face, typing frantically on his phone, and sent a long string of apologetic text messages.

It’s self-examination, flattery, and in the end, it’s just pretending to be pitiful.

Jiang Zhixing.
He was really angry at first, but he was also amused by Xiao Le's shameless look.

There is absolutely no way to connect the first time I saw Xiao Le's gentle and elegant look with the present.

When the phone rang again, Jiang Zhixing had a faint smile in his eyes.

"Zhixing, can I call you brother? Can you just hang up the phone if you disagree with me?" Xiao Le cried in a mournful voice, and his image was really gone.

Jiang Zhixing did not answer his words, but spoke coldly and asked directly: "You haven't answered me the question I asked above."

Xiao Le
Accept your fate, okay!

Changing positions, Xiao Le leaned sideways on the railing, pondered for a moment, and then slowly spoke: "I was so excited just now, and my mood swings were a bit violent, and I have already fallen asleep."

Jiang Zhixing's pupils were dark, his eyes fixed on the glass of water on the table, and veins appeared on the fingers holding the phone so hard.

He remained silent, and Xiao Le's voice from the opposite side was still coming slowly.

"He doesn't have much time left. His body has been running around all year round, and his entire body functions have declined. If he can't find his child again, it will be a pity for him.

Jiang Zhixing's heart was filled with soreness. He blinked sharply and stretched his fingers tremblingly towards his clothes. The clothes at his waist were slowly opened, and a large dazzling burn mark occupied nearly a quarter of his waist. position of one.

Jiang Zhixing closed his eyes and suddenly put down his clothes. He didn't have that birthmark.Who is he? If he is not that person's son, why does he feel uncomfortable when he hears it?

He was at a loss and looked at the sleeping person on the sofa, feeling a sense of reality in his heart.

"When I saw him this time, his hair was all white."

Xiao Le's voice was much lower: "So, you tell me, you are looking for me now just to do a paternity test?
Jiang Zhixing's mood had not yet calmed down, and he flinched for a moment, not knowing what to do.Silence did not speak.

Xiao Le waited and waited, but couldn't hear Jiang Zhixing's voice for a long time. He glanced at his phone strangely, but it was still on the call.

He suddenly laughed uncontrollably and couldn't help but complain: "You two look very similar, but your personalities are completely different. You don't know how to coax a man who can't beat a fart with three sticks." To my wife."

Jiang Zhixing.
Jiang Zhixing was not angry. He had already known what outsiders said about his character and didn't care at all. Thinking of Azhi, the sadness in his brows dissipated a little.

Look, with his temperament, it doesn't matter if everyone in the world doesn't like him, but Azhi likes him. No one wants him, but Azhi will definitely embrace him with open arms.

He looked at the sleeping woman on the sofa with gentle eyes, his voice became softer unconsciously, and his expression became more determined.

"If you want to do a paternity test, hurry up. I'm going out for a while." Jiang Zhixing thought about it, didn't care anymore, and immediately expressed his decision.

(End of this chapter)