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

Chapter 1216 Treatment reaches the final step

Ten minutes later, An Yan's body was once again covered with thin gold needles.

Different from Zhan Mochen's slight pain, she was still sweating in pain and her face was pale.

But when Mr. Wen turned around and went out, she still tried her best to plead with Mr. Wen.

"Please, don't let him come in...Don't let him see me like this again..."

"it is good."

Mr. Wen nodded, looked at her responsibly, and simply locked the door to the treatment room.

Outside the door, Uncle Shao had already made tea for Mr. Wen. When he saw him coming out, he quickly handed over a sterilized hand towel and asked him to go back and rest.

"You performed acupuncture twice in a row today. It took too much effort. I'm here to guard you. You can go and rest first."

"Ah."

Wen Lao took the handkerchief to wipe his hands and couldn't help but sigh to Uncle Shao: "This couple is really deeply in love, and they both think about each other wholeheartedly."

Uncle Shao nodded in agreement: "Especially Ms. An, her tenacity is far beyond that of ordinary women."

Wen Lao remained silent this time, but he thought of An Yan gritting her teeth and enduring the pain, and felt deeply convinced.

Zeyu's "kid sister" looks delicate but exudes stubbornness and perseverance in her bones. She is exactly the same as Zeyu.

When Zeyu was first sent to him, he was obviously weak and sick, but he was strong and stubborn. He knew how to identify herbs and prepare medicinal materials, and he had to learn everything from the best before giving up.

This time, in order to save the life of this biological sister, he would sacrifice anything.

I don’t know what kind of family the family who abandoned Zeyu was?
With such descendants, God really treats their family well!
……

Wen's Villa is isolated from the world, and everything outside becomes distant.

Zhan Mochen sent two bodyguards back to help Ding Hao deal with Haicheng's affairs. He and Lao Dao continued to stay here to accompany An Yan for treatment.

A week later, after day after day of acupuncture baths and various auxiliary treatments, An Yan's treatment finally reached the final step.

Wen Lao called Zhan Mochen and explained the risks to him solemnly.

"The virus in her body has been almost eliminated, and there is still a little residual poison accumulated near her liver and gallbladder. I want to perform an operation on her to completely remove the last bit of toxin. However, any operation has risks, and I can't guarantee you that. 100% success rate.”

Zhan Mochen's heart felt dull after hearing this, but at this point, they couldn't help it anymore.

He asked Mr. Wen: "What is the success rate?"

"Eighty percent." Mr. Wen was very cautious: "I said [-]% before because I wasn't sure whether she could survive the treatment. Now that she has survived, the success rate is naturally [-]% higher."

Eighty percent.

Zhan Mochen lowered his eyes for a moment and nodded resolutely: "Then please continue the treatment."

Before, An Yan was only [-]% sure, but life and death were already on the line.

With an [-]% success rate now, they have no reason to give up.

But after talking to Mr. Wen and returning to the small building where they lived, Zhan Mochen was still heartbroken when he saw An Yan's pale face.

An Yan survived these days of treatment and suffered too much.

His small face, which was originally only the size of a palm, is now getting thinner and thinner, and the bones on his body are protruding everywhere, making him look lonely and separated.

Apart from treatment, An Yan was asleep most of the day.

The painful treatment greatly damaged An Yan's body and spirit, leaving her physically and mentally exhausted.

Seeing Zhan Mochen coming back, An Yan forced herself to endure the discomfort of mental fatigue and asked him with a smile: "What did Mr. Wen tell you? Did he ask you to go back?"

"No."

Zhan Mochen shook his head, walked over and gently hugged An Yan into his arms, burying his face in her neck.

After a while, he suppressed the sharp pain in his heart and told her about the surgery in as light a tone as possible.

"Lao Wen said that the treatment will be over soon, and all it takes is a small operation."

"Surgery?"

An Yan was surprised and subconsciously covered her stomach: "Do I need anesthesia? Will it have any impact on the child?" "Mr. Wen said no." Zhan Mochen smiled and comforted her: "Mr. Wen uses all the It is a drug that is not harmful to children, so you can rest assured.”

"Well, then I'm relieved."

An Yan weakly leaned back into Zhan Mochen's arms, her originally haggard and gloomy eyes gradually regained their luster.

She believed that Zhan Mochen would not agree to the operation if there was no hope of complete cure.

As long as she can survive this operation, she and her child will be able to usher in a complete new life!

By that time, their lives will return to their former glory.

An Yanchang felt much better after thinking about it, and talked about the child with Zhan Mochen with a smile.

"They say mother and child are connected. The baby has been very well-behaved recently. He only moves in my belly twice on time every day and stops making trouble. It's not annoying at all!"

Zhan Mochen also smiled cooperatively, raised his palm and placed it on An Yan's belly: "You have suffered so much for him, of course he must be good, otherwise I will slap his hand when he is born!"

"That won't do!"

An Yan quickly took his hand away and glared at him: "We don't know if the baby is a boy or a girl yet, so you can't scare him!"

"I don't care if he is a boy or a girl, I just know that you suffered too much for him."

Zhan Mochen raised his hand and pressed An Yan back into his arms, and apologized in a deep voice: "Honey, I'm sorry, I once said I wouldn't let you have another child, and I broke my promise. But I swear, this will be the best time for us. The last child in your life, I will never let you endure the pain of having children again!"

The man's deep magnetic voice was full of guilt and pain, which made An Yan's heart ache.

She hugged Zhan Mochen's waist and softly comforted him: "What does this have to do with you? I gave birth to this child to make up for the shortcomings in my heart, and you didn't force me to have it."

"Besides, the three little ones are all looking forward to having another younger brother and sister, so we can't let them down."

An Yan placed a gentle kiss on Zhan Mochen's sharp side face.

"This must be the last test God gives us. It will end soon. Don't worry about me anymore. I will live well and live a long life, and grow old together with you."

"Ah."

Zhan Mochen didn't say anything more about each other's vows, he just lowered his head emotionally, hugged An Yan and returned the passionate kiss.

And in his heart, he had already made a decision.

After An Yan gave birth to the child, he would go for a sterilization operation.

He must never let his woman endure the pain of childbirth again!

……

Early the next morning, An Yan was sent to the operating room.

Mr. Wen and his two assistants were doing surgery inside, while Uncle Shao was guarding outside, occasionally glancing at the man standing under the big tree in the yard.

From the outside, the tall man looked as calm and imposing as ever.

But if you look a few more times, you can see the anxiety hidden in his deep eyes.

Thinking of what Zhan Mochen had done for An Yan these days, Uncle Shao felt a little moved and kindly comforted him.

"Mr. Wen is always cautious, please rest assured Mr. Zhan."

"Thank you."

Zhan Mochen nodded and accepted Uncle Shao's kindness.

But his eyes were still fixed on the door of the operating room and he never moved away.

It wasn't until an hour later that the door to the operating room opened.

Zhan Mochen rushed over suddenly, almost staggering, instantly revealing his fear and fear.

"How is my wife?"

He stared at Mr. Wen closely, his fearful and pious eyes were like looking at a god.

(End of this chapter)