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

Chapter 1324 Mr. Zhan’s condition worsens

"Ah."

An Yan nestled in Zhan Mochen's arms, looking at the handsome face close at hand. After thinking for a while, she stretched out a hand from the quilt and grabbed Zhan Mochen's shirt tightly.

"We agreed to stay with me and not leave," she emphasized in a low voice.

He had worked hard for so long. If he could have a good rest, An Yan would be willing to be a clingy little woman for the time being.

Zhan Mochen was amused by her childish behavior for a moment, and his heavy heart rarely relaxed for a moment.

His kiss fell gently on her forehead, as gentle as a feather: "Okay, I won't leave. Let's have a good sleep together tonight."

"Okay." An Yan closed her eyes and forced herself to fall asleep.

However, she took a nap in the afternoon, and she was worried about her two children, so she couldn't sleep at all.

Until Zhan Mochen's gentle breathing came from beside her, she quietly opened her eyes and poked his cheek.

He didn't move.

Appears to be fast asleep.

An Yan breathed a long sigh of relief, stood up gently, and went to the baby's room again.

Newborns' fevers are easy to recur, and she is worried.

In the baby room, the older confinement nurse and the nanny were sleeping on the small bed next to them. The remaining two people looked at the two children dutifully, without even daring to blink.

Seeing An Yan come in, the two of them quickly stood up and said hello: "Madam!"

"It's okay, just sit down, you've worked hard these past few days."

An Yan waved her hand to reassure them, then walked to the children and touched their little faces.

The child's face is still a little red, but his body temperature has returned to normal.

It looks like there won't be a repeat tonight.

An Yan breathed a sigh of relief and was about to turn around when she suddenly heard a rush of footsteps.

She looked outside the door and saw Zhan Mochen's tall figure hurriedly walking out, his usually steady steps filled with rare hesitation.

"Husband, what's going on?" An Yan's heart thumped and she quickly chased after him.

Zhan Mochen turned around, and his brows were indeed full of anxiety that he was trying to suppress.

But he obviously didn't want An Yan to worry, so he said lightly: "It's nothing serious. There is something going on at Grandpa's side. I'll go over and take a look."

He hurried out.

An Yan watched him walk away, feeling very bad.

Grandpa's situation couldn't get any worse. If it develops in a good direction, Zhan Mochen will definitely tell her.

but now……

An Yan stood blankly in the empty ward, her heart sinking.

Intensive Care Department, 8th floor.

Zhan Mochen hurriedly walked out of the elevator, and the director of the First Hospital came up to him quickly, giving Zhan Mochen a reassurance first.

"The old man's heart rate suddenly dropped just now. We performed rescue operations in time and the situation is now stable!"

Zhan Mochen kept walking, took the protective clothing handed over by the bodyguard and put it on his body: "What caused it? Is there any danger in the follow-up?"

At this point, the director of the First Hospital was not afraid of death and said whatever he wanted.

"It may be that the body has been in bed for a long time, the body is deprived of oxygen, and the heart function has deteriorated. Follow-up needs to be closely observed to prevent further deterioration for the time being."

"Ah."

Zhan Mochen responded solemnly, pulled on his protective clothing and entered the ICU.

In the ICU, Mr. Zhan, who had just been through hell again, was lying quietly on the hospital bed as usual, with various instruments on the bedside making gentle and regular beep sounds.Mrs. Bai sat beside the bed, holding his skinny palm tightly and murmuring.

"...You are a person who doesn't keep his word...you lied to me when you were young and said you would wait for me forever. When you are old you still lie to me and say you will stay with me for 20 years...you have only been with me for a few days. Ah, how come you keep talking like this all your life without keeping your word..."

She complained calmly, with no hint of sadness in her tone.

But her eyes were already red and swollen from crying, and the tears on her haggard face were dry and wet and almost never stopped.

In the past, Mr. Zhan would not have let her shed a single tear, but now, even if her eyes were swollen from crying, he showed no sign of waking up.

Was he really going to leave her alone like this?
As Mrs. Bai spoke, she suddenly felt sad and couldn't help but lay beside the bed and cried silently.

Zhan Mochen stood quietly for a moment and looked back at the director of the First Hospital who followed him.

"Who informed the old lady?"

He knew clearly that Mrs. Bai was old and in bad health, but he still informed her in the middle of the night. How could she withstand such blows again and again?

The dean looked innocent: "No one informed the old lady, but the old lady suddenly appeared in the hospital and said that she dreamed that the old man was not feeling well..."

"understood."

Zhan Mochen lowered his eyes and looked at the unconscious Mr. Zhan, his mind tumbling.

Mrs. Bai showed up at the hospital because she had a dream, and her grandfather just fell ill.

Is this a tacit understanding, or is it an omen?
Is Grandpa really hopeless?

An unspeakable sadness surged into his heart, and Zhan Mochen's calm expression shattered for a moment.

But it was only for a brief moment.

His aura quickly regained its composure, he took a deep look at Mr. Zhan who was in a coma, and turned around and left the ICU.

Can't wait any longer, really can't wait any longer.

Zhan Mochen sat down on the bench outside the ICU and was silent for a while. As if he had made up his mind, he took out his cell phone and started making a call.

Ding Hao, Lao Dao, and several other right-hand assistants all assigned tasks one by one.

When the last call was made, Mrs. Bai just walked out of the ICU and heard Zhan Mochen's last instructions.

"... Get the helicopter ready and set off in two hours."

"Let's go? Mo Chen, where are you going?"

Mrs. Bai's intuition was not right, so she subconsciously came over to ask.

"Well, that's it, you are always on call." Zhan Mochen gave a few more brief instructions, ended the call, stood up and walked towards Mrs. Bai.

He did not hide his plan from Mrs. Bai: "I plan to go to Wen's Villa in person to ask for an audience with Mr. Wen..."

"No, absolutely not! You absolutely can't break in by force!"

Before Zhan Mochen finished speaking, he was interrupted by Mrs. Bai.

Her eyes were still red and swollen, but her eyes were calm and rational.

"Have you forgotten what Mr. Wen said when you left Wen's Villa?"

"I..." Zhan Mochen was startled and then responded randomly: "Yan Yan told you about Wen's Villa?"

"Ah."

Mrs. Bai nodded and looked at Zhan Mochen worriedly.

"I never thought about going directly to Wen's Villa to find Mr. Wen before, but what Yan Yan said made me understand that we must not break Mr. Wen's rules, and we can only find a way to make Mr. Wen show up on his own initiative. "

"Let Mr. Wen show up on his own initiative?" Zhan Mochen shook his head: "This is difficult."

How could a reclusive master like Mr. Wen show up voluntarily as long as he didn't want to see them and it was too late to hide from them?

(End of this chapter)