His Long Love

"Who are the family members of Meng Qingge?" What came out was not Meng Qingge, but a little nurse, who asked fiercely.

"I am, I am her husband." Run to the front of the old season, nurse.

It turns out that even Ji Wanzhou needs to be careful when facing doctors he doesn't know.

"Unfortunately, the child can't keep it. I hope you can be prepared in mind and dredge the mood of pregnant women in time. Otherwise, it is easy to cause postpartum depression." The little nurse did not take the slightest emotion, almost mechanically finished this string, routine general.

"OK, OK. How's my wife now?" Ji Wanzhou was so nervous that she seized the opportunity to ask.

"The patient is in good condition. Please rest assured."

"Well, thank you, doctor." Ji Wanzhou slightly bent over and looked at the little nurse.

Old white in the back, looking at this series of actions sad can not. It seems that the boss of his family has really planted it, and it is not shallow. So humble to ask the boss's wife, in order not to let the boss mother sad, self blame guilt. In this world, out of the boss's wife, who can let him so worried, so nervous.

Old Bai couldn't bear to look again and turned away.

As time went by, the lights in the operating room finally went out.

Ji Wanzhou kept following Meng Qingge until she entered the ward and held her hand. She sat on the chair beside the bed, doing nothing but waiting for his Qingge to wake up.

Meng Qingge didn't wake up for three days. Ji Wanzhou waited for her for three days.

Until the morning of the fourth day, Laobai and Laohei agreed that the boss would definitely die suddenly if he went on like this, and he had to take a rest.

So noisy, Meng Qingge quietly wake up.

The three people in the room received the voice in a moment and looked at Meng Qingge in unison.

"Evening boat, what's wrong with me? Why do you all look at me like this?" Meng Qingge felt something was wrong, but he couldn't say what happened.

"It's OK. Don't move." Ji Wanzhou quickly pressed the little wife, for fear that he would feel that the child did not exist.

Meng Qingge to see him so take care of himself, warm in the heart, can not help bending up the corner of his mouth, "you ah, like to make a fuss."

Then he put out his hand and attached his stomach. The expression on his face was more gentle. "Fortunately, our son's life is big, but he didn't come out..." Meng Qingge tightly covered his flat abdomen, and finally his face with a little color became extremely pale.

"Night boat, where are our children." Meng Qingge gasped and couldn't believe how she felt.

Season evening boat simply dare not see her expression, like a sharp knife, straight into his heart. But what should come, or come, but Ji Wanzhou didn't expect to come so fast at this time.

"No more." Season evening boat turns head, soft voice says.

"No more..." Meng Qingge's eyes were blank, and she kept repeating these two words.

After a long time, one closed his eyes, two lines of clear tears, by the way, the pale face, winding down.

"I'm sorry," Ji Wanzhou couldn't bear the pain, tightly holding Meng Qingge's hand, apologizing again and again, "sorry, Qingge. It's all my fault. "

Meng Qingge can't say anything, just a light shake his head, can't live tears wantonly flowing.

She just woke up and was greatly stimulated, and soon she was exhausted and fell asleep.

The president heard that Ji Dashao was watching the patient wake up, and rushed over to say hi.

I didn't expect to be stopped as soon as I entered the door.

Laobai stopped the dean and said kindly, "Dean, Mrs. Ji has just gone to bed. The boss told us to tell us everything outside the house

The president wiped the sweat on his forehead and said, "yes, how can I disturb the patient's rest?"

Ji Wanzhou heard old black's communication, and after a few minutes, he came out.

"Dean," Ji Wanzhou cordially shook hands with the president and said with a smile, "thanks to your hospital, my wife can cultivate well."

"Yes, Mr. Ji is polite." Seeing that Ji Wanzhou was in a good mood, the Dean carefully put forward his own idea, "but I still need to say something about general manager Ji. I have seen Mrs. Ji's cases.

for situations like this, it's better to prepare a psychologist from the beginning. Of course, we still need to ask the patient's consent first."

"She couldn't disagree." As soon as Ji Wanzhou thought that Meng Qingge would be depressed because of this incident, he would use any effective means of prevention.

"Mr. Ji, that's what I want to tell you." The Dean pushed his eyes and continued, "if the patient agrees, he can better cooperate with the treatment. Otherwise, it would be counterproductive. "

"What you said is reasonable. Fortunately, the Dean reminded me. When you need a psychiatrist, you still need more help from the dean. " Ji Wanzhou got up and pretended to be an elite, so that the president didn't dare to take advantage of it."General manager Ji is also concerned about chaos. In this way, I'll go back first. Ji always has something to do. I'll be waiting for you at any time. " The Dean arched his hand and said goodbye to the old school. He turned around and left.

Ji Wanzhou really thought about it in his heart. He thought that if Qingge didn't agree to see a doctor in the heart, it would be a good choice to invite Wang Meilin over.

Qingge wakes up again, it's already evening, just wake up a little hungry, but now she can only eat a little liquid food. Fortunately, season evening boat early let the family aunt prepared porridge, just waiting for Meng Qingge to wake up and send it over.

"Don't worry, porridge will be here soon." Ji Wanzhou looks at Qingge's disorderly sleep hair and pastes a face at random, feeling both sad and funny.

Put out a hand to straighten her hair, and gradually help people up a little, shake the bed up to make Qingge more comfortable.

Finish these still feel not enough, and put the pillow cushion in Qingge's back waist, this just satisfied nodded to do bedside.

"I'm going to be taken care of as a little trash by you." Qingge is sweet in the heart, but she doesn't admit it.

Although he has not yet been able to go out of the shadow of the loss of her son, how can she dare not move in the face of her husband's careful love.

"I will take care of you all my life." Season evening boat tightly grasps Qingge's hand, saying the words of vows and promises.

"I would like to." Meng Qingge, with a sweet smile, responds to Ji Wanzhou's words.

What she didn't know was that now her face was pale and incomparable, and her smile was so happy that Ji Wanzhou felt uncomfortable in her heart. She only felt that she owed a lot to her.

"Here comes the porridge. Have it first." Ji Wanzhou opens the incubator and carefully blows the porridge in the small spoon.

Put it to your lips and try the temperature before you taste Meng Qingge's mouth.