The Strongest Sweet Wife: Subduing the Superstar Husband

Chapter 909
Throughout the night, he was reminiscing, reminiscing about the past with her.

Originally, Si Jingcheng thought that he would forget about her, but he didn't expect it to be so profound.

That year, she was only 18 years old, which was a flowery age.

It was a scorching summer, and the air was getting hotter and hotter. Fu Dong rushed out of the hospital gate and saw Si Jingcheng who had been haggard all night. After hesitating, he shrank and walked over, "Major General."

Seeing Fu Dong, Si Jingcheng stubbed out the cigarette butt and leaned back on the chair, stretched out his hand and rubbed his swollen temple, "How is she, is she awake?"

"Master, major general... Qiao, Miss Qiao... She's afraid her life is in danger."

He jumped up from the bench and grabbed Fu Dong by the collar, gritted his teeth and asked, "What did you say?"

"Just now... just now the doctor came out and said that Miss Qiao was bleeding profusely. It is very likely... very likely that she died due to excessive blood loss."

"Damn it." With a low curse, he rushed to the operating room.

Ye Hui'an has already circled back and forth quite a bit, fidgeting like a grasshopper on a hot pot.

Qiao Di's current condition is very serious, or in other words, it has started to deteriorate since Si Jingcheng ordered her to give Qiao Ke a blood transfusion last time.

Even if she exhausted all her spiritual power...

"How is she?" The elevator opened, and Si Jingcheng rushed over quickly, staring at Si Jingyu with scarlet eyes.

"Anastomotic blood is needed."

As soon as Si Jingyu finished speaking, Si Jingcheng ordered Fu Dong, who was right behind him, to call Qiao's family.

With the sound of 'ding', the door of the operating room was opened again. Several doctors were already sweating profusely. They had just stepped out of the threshold when they saw Si Jingcheng standing at the door full of evil spirits and backed away in fright. Immediately afterwards, Qiao Di was pushed out by the nurse.

She was covered with a ventilator, her entire face was as pale as paper, and a needle was inserted in the back of her slender hand. A steady stream of donated blood leaked out through the needle hole, and was squeezed in again by the nurses around her.

"Sent to the ICU."

As soon as Qiao Di was pushed into the ward with her front foot, Ye Anhui Ansi Jingcheng was about to follow with her back foot, but was stopped by a nurse.

"Major General Si, the patient's condition does not allow her relatives and friends to investigate. She is still bleeding profusely. We just took extraordinary measures to reinfuse the blood she shed, but the previous blood cannot be made up, so..."

"It's over."

"Miss Qiao suffers from severe sepsis. Her blood cells are extremely fragile and can be broken at the first touch. Today's shot caused her to lose a lot of blood. If there is no sign of improvement within 12 hours, I can only ask Miss Qiao's family to prepare for her funeral."

The little nurse finished speaking in one breath, and then she often breathed a sigh of relief, already sweating coldly from fright.

There is no way, who told her to be the bottom one, and she can only do what the leader asks her to do.

Si Jingcheng staggered and was about to fall, but behind him Si Jingyu had a sharp hand and quickly supported him.

"Brother, hold on tight."

How could Si Jingcheng listen, "Where is Fu Dong, why haven't you brought him yet?"

After the words fell, the elevator door opened, and Fu Dong hurried over with Qiao Ke on his shoulders, "Come here, Major General, Qiao Ke has already arrived, and I have notified Chairman Qiao."

"Yeah." Si Jingcheng nodded, glanced at Qiao Ke, "Let her donate blood."

"Yes, Major General."

Qiao Ke was in a coma at this time, lying on Fu Dong's shoulder, she looked very quiet, but her clothes were disheveled and her hair was messy, so she still looked a little messy.

(End of this chapter)