Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

Ye Qingcheng's foot just touched the floor, and her warm hand suddenly pulled her arm.

"Kill the child," said Ye Qingcheng. His face was expressionless, and there seemed to be a deep blood hole in his heart. The blood poured out continuously, and the pain was unconscious.

At the moment, ye Qingcheng seems to have no feelings and is not afraid of anything. He can do whatever he wants. He is a crazy gambler

"You're really crazy," Lucifer forced her back and pressed her on the big bed. "Rest here."

“……”

"I hope you don't waste my time," Ye Qingcheng struggled. She gasped and her chest fluctuated violently, "get out of here!"

Her eyes were red, and she had suppressed her sadness for so long, as if she was about to collapse.

The most important thing is that just before she woke up, she dreamed of Dongfang Shijin, stood there, said such beautiful love words to her, and even extended her hand

Yes, it's like that dream. There's always so much distance between them. Before she gets close, he's disappearing a little.

Ye Qingcheng was extremely sad, but she didn't want to cry, because she knew that if the tears started, they couldn't stop

She bit her lips tightly and endured.

"Rest here!" Lucifer pressed her with one hand and pressed the service bell next to her with the other.

Then a group of doctors swarmed in.

Ye Qingcheng just woke up. She didn't have much strength. She struggled for a while and couldn't open it at all. On the contrary, her action was too violent, resulting in the skew of the needle on the back of her hand. Suddenly, the back of her hand immediately swelled up

After being held down by Lucifer, ye Qingcheng seemed to lose all his strength for a moment, lying on the big bed and staring at the wall.

She seemed to suddenly lose consciousness and lay there blankly without a little anger

Lucifer felt distressed for a while, but looking at the doctor behind him, he tried his best to suppress the impulse to hold Ye Qingcheng, and stepped back to make room for the doctors.

"Miss, we suggest you don't walk around. You have alveolar pulmonary edema and red rash on your skin. You should stay in bed and shouldn't walk around."

The doctor took the notebook to record these things. After writing, he directly went forward, pulled out the bulging needle on the back of Ye Qingcheng's hand, disinfected her, and re injected it into her other hand.

"What do you mean?"

Ye Qingcheng was suddenly stunned and looked down at his arm. Sure enough, he saw many small red spots.

"It means that you inhaled a lot of harmful smoke, causing symptoms in your respiratory system and skin. Moreover," the doctor looked very cold, lifted Ye Qingcheng's skirt and pointed to her leg, "And there are bruises and burns on your legs. You just got off the operating table. Because you are pregnant, you can only give you local anesthesia, and we can only judge whether there is a fracture through common sense and experience. Because you are pregnant, X-ray photography cannot be done, otherwise it will cause cell deformity."

Ye Qingcheng looked at her leg. She was a little silly. Her right leg was tightly wrapped with a big piece of gauze. There were a little blood stains on it. Now she pinched her leg without much pain.