Master's Little Girl Has Grown Up

As time went by, everyone was nervous about breathing.

After a while, a beautiful middle-aged woman came in a hurry, looked worried and said, "where's the baby? How's the baby?"

Beiming looked at the woman with a sideways glance and said nothing.

Feng Qingyan stared at the door of the operating room, as if he could not hear any sound.

Murong Jing stepped forward and whispered, "madam, the young master is still rescuing."

The beautiful woman trembled and said, "are you still rescuing? Why are you still rescuing for so long? What are these doctors doing? Why are you still rescuing for so long?"

Beiming turns to look at her: "if you are really worried, just shut up and be quiet."

The beautiful woman looked at Beiming Yue and said, "ah Yue, it's all my mother's fault. I'm sorry."

After a while, the light in the operating room suddenly went out. A moment later, a doctor came out of the operating room.

Feng Qingyan immediately ran over: "doctor, how's it going? Is my son OK?"

The doctor's face was heavy: "madam, the poison is severe. The young master is young..."

Before he could go on, Beiming said in a sterner voice: "don't talk about this nonsense, talk about the key points!"

The doctor was startled and immediately said, "yes, the young master is in some danger. You two should be mentally prepared."

Hearing this, Feng Qingyan turned pale and staggered back. If Beiming hadn't held her, she might have been unstable.

"You..... What did you say? What did you prepare yourself for?"

In contrast, Beiming Yue was unusually calm, but his calm face was more terrifying.

He said coldly, "no matter how dangerous the situation is, you should continue to rescue me immediately. If you can't rescue me, you know the consequences......"

The man wiped the cold sweat on his head and said, "yes, we will try our best to rescue the young master. What I just said is the worst result, but the young master is still... Not the worst result. We must hurry to rescue."

Lady Beiming said, "hurry up! My baby grandson can't do anything."

"Yes, yes."

The doctor was so frightened that he immediately returned to the operating room.

They had no choice but to succeed in the operation.

Feng Qingyan leaned weakly on Beiming Yue, and suddenly choked: "why, why is this? Who is it? Who is it?"

Beiming hugs her more and comforts her softly: "when the baby is all right, I will interrogate him immediately. I will find the murderer."

Feng Qingyan buried his head in his arms and wept silently.

Looking at them, Mrs. Beiming is full of remorse. She shouldn't have listened to the slander of villains. She shouldn't have read the fake paternity test report and questioned that the baby is not her own grandson.

Little by little time passes.

When the door opened again, the doctor came out.

Feng Qingyan stands where she is. Suddenly, she is afraid to come forward. She is afraid to hear the news that makes her desperate.

Beiming asked in a deep voice, "how about it?"

The doctor immediately replied, "sect leader, madam, the young master is all right for the time being. Everything is back to normal, but it still needs to be observed for 24 hours to make sure there are no other symptoms."

Hearing the speech, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Feng Qingyan's tightly hanging heart finally fell to the ground for a while.

This was the first time in his life that Beiming Yue felt the fear of death, the fear of forever losing and never seeing each other again.

He would never forgive himself if he left his son, who was already in debt.

Mrs. Beiming covered her heart and let out a long sigh: "it's ok if it's OK, it's ok if it's OK."