Drifting Towards You

Soon, the group hurried into the hospital, and Su Xiangwan was immediately pushed into the operating room.

Mu Beiting didn't even have time to speak, and no doctor paid any attention to him.

He stood in the operating room, looking at the closed door, with inexplicable tension and anxiety.

He stared at the operating lamp that was lit up, wondering what was waiting for him.

Not long after, Rong Chen hurried over with a clean white shirt and khaki slacks: "What's the matter?"

Mu Beiting spoke slowly with a dry voice: "I don't know, but her stomach hurts suddenly and her face is pale."

Rong Chen frowned, and it was only seven and a half months.

The nurse quickly took the surgical gown to him, and he warmly said, "I'll go in and see the situation."

Mu Beiting nodded and fell silent.

The waiting time was long and difficult. He sat on the orange chair outside the operation with his hands slightly clasped in front of him, and couldn't help but think of the last time.

Last time, she was also pushed into the operating room like this, and then there was a long and difficult wait.

And he almost lost their child, regretting it.

Mu Beiting was silent until a rush of footsteps sounded.

Mrs. Mu and Mrs. Mu, Ms. Lu, Mu Yusheng and others also hurried over.

"Brother, what's the matter?" Mu Chenzhou spoke first.

Mu Beiting came back to his senses and looked at him but shook his head slightly without making a sound.

Mrs. Mu was held in one hand by Ms. Lu, with a cane in the other, walking fast: "What's the matter? What's wrong with my great-grandson? How can it be so good?"

The old lady has a loud voice and full of air, and she can see that she is particularly anxious.

Mu Beiting's throat moved slightly, his throat was dry, but he didn't know how to answer.

Seeing that he was silent, Mrs. Mu was so angry that she raised her crutches and started to move: "You are talking to me! Are you bullying my great-grandson again!"

Mu Yusheng hurriedly stopped him: "Mom, this is the hospital, don't make trouble soon."

Mrs. Mu was panting hard, her breath was not light.

Ms. Lu couldn't see it, and protected her son eagerly: "Bei Ting, you are talking, what's wrong with the night? Is there anything wrong with the child?"

Elder Mu frowned and said solemnly: "Okay, don't ask him any more, just wait quietly."

When the old man spoke, he was very majestic, but he was quiet.

The strong smell of disinfectant water in an overly quiet atmosphere is a bit pungent and crazily stimulates the human senses.

Mu Beiting lowered his eyes and kept praying.

Even if he knew that this was the most stupid but useless method, at this moment, it seemed that it had become the only thing he could do for their mother and daughter.

I don't know if Destiny heard her praying, and within a few minutes, the door of the operating room was pushed open.

Rong Chen took off his mask and walked over quickly.

Mr. Mu and Mrs. Mu were the first to greet him: "Kid Rong, how about my grand-daughter-in-law and great-grandson?"

Mrs. Mu spoke first, and her hand on the crutches was also a little unstable.

Rong Chen supported the old lady and said warmly: "Grandma Mu, the current situation is still optimistic. According to the current situation, it is premature delivery."

"Early...premature birth?" Mrs. Mu's eyes widened, "You mean it's about to give birth?"

Rong Chen nodded, and there was more seriousness under the gold-framed glasses: "Well, but the child is short of months, and the current situation is only seven and a half months. The specific situation is not guaranteed at this time."

Mrs. Mu couldn't help but said, "Is that dangerous? And isn't it said that premature babies are generally prone to problems? My great-grandson..."