Six years later, she took three milk balls to blow up the world

Chapter 1197 Must Make a Choice
Zhan Mochen's eyes flashed with distress.

"Okay, okay, I promise you."

He kept kissing An Yan's face and agreed to everything she said.

Although he knew that whatever he promised now was just a lie, he was really afraid that An Yan would break down emotionally because of this matter before she started treatment.

Under his comfort over and over again, An Yan's trembling body finally calmed down and no longer trembled in fear.

But tears still fell heavily from her sad eyes, wetting her pale cheeks.

She wanted to keep this child, regardless of life or death.

But if she really dies, what will the three little ones do?
Why had she endured all the hardships in the first half of her life, and finally gained the blessings, but God was still unwilling to let her go, throwing her into dilemmas again and again?
What should she do? !

As time passed, night fell.

After An Yan cried bitterly, she fell asleep again in Zhan Mochen's arms.

Zhan Mochen sat on the bedside for nearly an hour, making sure that An Yan would not wake up in a short time. Then he stood up gently, tucked her into bed, and walked out quietly.

In the doctor's office at the end of the corridor, the dean and several doctors were waiting carefully.

When Zhan Mochen pushed the door open and entered, they all stood stiffly in place, waiting for the real anger to come.

But this time, there was no trace of anger lingering on the tall man, only endless silence and dejection.

The man with a handsome face has a faint green shadow under his eyelids, and the green stubble emerging from his chin reveals a haggard and tired look.

Facing a group of trembling doctors, Zhan Mochen was too lazy to waste any more energy on getting angry. He waved his hand and asked them again.

"Is there any other way to save both adults and children?"

"This……"

A group of doctors looked at each other, and finally looked at the dean who was not afraid of death.

The dean, who is in his 50s, has not slept a wink since yesterday. He can hardly open his eyes. He feels that his body has been hollowed out and his whole body is suspended by a breath of immortal energy.

At this point, he really didn't care about life or death. Even if he was hacked to death after replying, it would be better than being here in fear and suffering.

He took a step forward and sighed: "Mr. Zhan, I can understand your mood, but we have integrated the most advanced treatment methods in the world, and the most we can do is this step. If you want to protect the adults, you can only remove the child." , otherwise during the treatment process, the presence of the fetus is a time bomb that may detonate the virus in the mother’s body at any time.”

The same rhetoric as before made Zhan Mochen feel powerless.

He was silent for a while and continued to ask: "Can we, as Yan Yan said, wait until she gives birth to the child before starting treatment?"

"Theoretically, it is possible, but in fact... every day of delay, the wife's condition becomes more serious, and there is no guarantee that the fetus can develop normally to full-term delivery. Because the virus in the wife's body will not only corrode the mother's body, but also corrode the fetus, resulting in The risk of fetal arrest is over 90.00%, and it is easy to cause damage to both mother and child, so..."

The dean raised his head and said everything he needed to say in one breath: "Please Mr. Zhan and his wife make a decision early. If you delay treatment by one day, there will be more risks!"

"I understand." Zhan Mochen lowered his eyes and nodded numbly: "You have worked hard too, go back and rest."

"..."

Compared with his previous cold and furious aura, Mr. Zhan was so calm at this moment that the dean almost thought he was hallucinating.

But for most of his life, he spent most of his life in the hospital, a place where he was used to seeing life and death, and he soon understood that behind Mr. Zhan's calmness, there was an unprecedented painful struggle hidden.

Hey, this is often the case. The patient is sad, and the patient's family is even sadder, because no matter what choice he makes, he is still using a knife to carve out the flesh in his heart.

The dean sighed in his heart and quickly led the team of doctors out.

Zhan Mochen was soon the only one left in the empty office.

He buried his face in his hands for a long time before raising his head again.His face was still haggard, but his deep eyes were still bright.

No, he didn't believe that God could be so cruel. He didn't believe that there was really no way.

The world is so big, there will definitely be better medical teams and more advanced treatment methods!

Zhan Mochen quickly calmed down the depression lingering around him and called Ding Hao.

"Call me the phone numbers of all relevant experts at home and abroad, and I will talk to you personally."

Another day and night passed.

Zhan Mochen only slept lightly for a few hours, and spent the rest of his time on the phone, sending emails, and holding video conferences.

He asked all the well-known medical teams at home and abroad, but the answers they gave were almost the same as the plan given by the dean.

The burning flame of hope was extinguished little by little, and Zhan Mochen's mood turned completely gloomy as night fell again.

At this moment, Song Jing and Bai Shao hurried to the hospital.

No one was idle in the past two days. The two of them also used all the connections of the Song family and the Bai family to seek medical treatment everywhere, but the results were not optimistic.

When the two walked into the ward, An Yan had just fallen asleep under the comfort of Zhan Mochen, who was sitting alone by the bed.

Just one look at the lonely figure made people feel heartbroken, and they couldn't help but make their hearts tremble.

But what has to be said has to be said.

The couple looked at each other and stepped forward.

Bai Shao sat on the other side of the hospital bed and said softly: "Brother-in-law, you have been exhausted these past few days. Go and take a rest. I will guard Sister An."

Song Jing also said: "Let Xiao Shao stay here, let's go out and talk."

Zhan Mochen raised his head and glanced at them, his silent eyes suddenly brightened. He stood up without hesitation and followed Song Jing out of the ward.

As soon as the two of them stood outside the door, Zhan Mochen couldn't wait to ask: "How is it? Is there any news?"

"Yes." Song Jing nodded, but the look on his face was still solemn: "But I'm sorry that I can't bring you good news."

"There have only been five cases of this rare Y virus in the entire world, and there has been only one case in a pregnant woman. At that time, the pregnant woman was in a more critical condition than Anyan, but because she was eight months pregnant, she kept the fetus. The will was so strong that treatment was ultimately delayed..."

Song Jing's calm voice echoed in Zhan Mochen's ears, showing her the possible cruel consequences: "Neither mother nor son can be saved."

"Therefore, there is still no definite plan internationally for the treatment of pregnant women infected with Y virus. No matter how top-notch medical teams are, they are helpless to deal with this situation."

After Song Jing finished speaking, he raised his hand and patted Zhan Mochen on the shoulder, sighing: "I know you are reluctant to leave An Yan and feel sad, but I hope you will think it through as soon as possible and don't delay it any longer."

"I……"

Song Jing's slap seemed to weigh more than a thousand pounds, and Zhan Mochen's shoulders suddenly drooped.

The man who was usually ruthless and resolute suddenly had red eyes, raised his hands to cover his face, and leaned slumped against the wall.

Yes, we can't delay any longer...

He had to make a choice.

Zhan Mochen's shoulders couldn't stop trembling, and a hot tear rolled quietly from the corner of his eye.

(End of this chapter)