Sweet Wife, be Good!

If something happens to Shen Ye, she really doesn't want to live!

Xia Jiu was also very guilty, did not expect such a thing to happen, and Shen Ye was injured just to save her.

The workers also stood on the periphery with their hands rubbed together, all of them ashamed. These are the things they should dismantle. No one wants to see such an accident.

Xia Jiu could only comfort the old lady Shen first, then comfort Ding Qinen, and then accompany Xia Lin.

The doctor came out and said: "The patient has a rare blood type. At present, neither the hospital nor the city can adjust the blood for use. Can family members have a suitable blood type and can donate it?"

Shen Fengshan and Ding Qin'en were suddenly anxious, and neither of them had the same blood type as Shen Ye.

Shen Ye's rare blood type is inherited from generation to generation, passed down from the old lady Shen, and no one else in Shen Ye's generation has inherited it.

But Mrs. Shen is no longer able to draw blood at this age!

Mrs. Shen immediately rolled up her sleeves and said: "I'm coming! Pumping mine! I can save my grandson!"

The doctor looked at her embarrassedly: "Old lady, it won't work. It's no longer suitable for blood sampling after sixty-five years old. Not to mention your advanced age."

"I'm fine, as long as I can save Ye'er, it doesn't matter if I smoke them all!"

The doctor said: "At your age, I am afraid that there will be a problem with the extraction. You will have to find blood to save you. I think it is definitely not what your family wants to see, so let's forget it."

Ding Qinen also said, "Mom, Ye'er will be even more worried about you, so let's look for it again."

"The situation is very urgent. The patient has lost too much blood. If the blood has not been waited for within two hours..." the doctor said.

Ding Qinen was about to faint immediately.

Mrs. Shen was also faltering.

Shen Fengshan persuaded: "Sit down and rest first. Jingyu has already been transferred to a neighboring city, and strives to come back as soon as possible."

But the nearest neighboring city is more than an hour’s drive away. Even if Shen Jingyu can race against time to grab time and open up special rescue channels to save people, the situation is very critical.

Shen Ye's situation is not optimistic.

Everyone is holding a heart.

Ding Qinen folded his hands together, praying to heaven.

Old Mrs. Shen was also sluggish.

Xia Jiu held Xia Lin's hand and found that her hand was terribly cold.

Suddenly, someone came out more and more and said, "Use mine."

Everyone followed their voices and looked over and saw Shen Muhan's figure appearing not far away.

He is thin and handsome, his whole body is covered by a layer of backlight, cold and detached, but it is like the light of salvation.

Xia Jiu took the three children. He had already calmed down his thoughts about him, but now he saw him appear, knowing that some people have such magical powers, to fiddle with your heartstrings at any time, and to play with your emotions in the palm of your hand. between.

Xia Jiu lowered his eyes, not daring to see him again.

"You?" Ding Qinen looked at him hesitantly, "Is it also a rare blood type?"

"Same as Shen Ye." Shen Muhan stretched out his arm, "Where is the doctor?"

The doctor appeared immediately and saw that Shen Muhan was young and vigorous, and immediately arranged for a blood draw without hesitation.

After a period of turmoil, Shen Muhan's blood was poured into Shen Ye's body.

Shen Ye didn't wake up yet, but Shen Muhan fell down.

"Mu Han!" Both the old lady Shen and Ding Qinen shouted worriedly.

Xia Jiu whispered: "He was not well in the first place, so he fainted because he was too weak."

The doctor apologized: "Sorry, I don't know his physical condition."

Xia Jiu tried his best to conceal his distress, with a light tone: "It's not blame for those who do not know."

"Quickly, bring the chicken soup prepared for Ye'er to Mu Han to drink." Ding Qinen said hurriedly.

She directly gave Xia Jiu the chicken soup, still tacitly agreeing that Xia Jiu and Shen Muhan are the closest.

Feng Ying and Chen Qi were not there, and Shen Muhan's wife was not there. Everyone else was concerned about Shen Ye. Xia Jiu had to walk into Shen Muhan's ward with chicken soup.

He and the girl are already married.

The wedding, which was previously publicized and lively, was actually calm, silent, and not reported at all when it was actually held.

No, Xia Jiu thought, it should be because he didn't pay attention to it, so he didn't hear the wind.

His wedding is not so simple and casual.

She walked over, curled her eyebrows and lowered her eyes. She didn't want to see his appearance and didn't want her feelings to show signs. That would be unfair to him and his wife.

Hearing Xia Jiu's soft footsteps, Shen Muhan opened his eyes and looked at her. It is already in spring. She is wearing smart work clothes with a long-sleeved cardigan sweater on the outside. There are some nondescript collocations, but what about her? All look good.

Xia Jiu said softly: "You fainted because of too much blood. You can drink some of these chicken soup first."

Shen Muhan took it without refusing, and after taking a few sips, there was blood on his face.

"Put these here first, you can drink later." Xia Jiu said, "If you need anything, you can ring the bell to call the nurse and take care of yourself."

Shen Muhan pursed his lips and said nothing.

Xia Jiu turned around and left. When she closed the door, her back was leaning against the wall, and it took a while to relieve herself.

She wanted to be concerned about him, wanted to know how he was physically, wanted to give him a hug... but she could only restrain it.

She slowly opened her eyes and saw Shen Fengshan coming here, she hurriedly stopped: "Uncle San."

Shen Fengshan took a deep look at her and said, "You may call my dad in the future."

"?" Xia Jiu raised a slowly question mark.

Shen Fengshan walked straight into Shen Muhan's ward and sat down in front of him.

Shen Muhan was still as calm as before, with no mood swings in his eyes.

"Is it better?" Shen Fengshan asked.

"It's almost there." Shen Muhan continued to calm down.

Shen Fengshan said peacefully, "You are my son, right?"

Shen Muhan looked at him without any surprise: "Since you know, why bother to ask?"

"You really are!" Shen Fengshan's voice lost the peace it was just now.

The mood of guessing and confirming a certain piece of information is completely different.

Shen Fengshan's voice echoed in the ward: "I'm sorry, Mu Han, it was my father's dereliction of duty. I should have expected it! My three sons were brutally subjected to Shen Sihai's murderous hand before. You stay with him. He is not good to you. He uses you everywhere, suppresses you, and uses you to target me. I should have thought that you are my third son."

Shen Muhan has no mood swings at all, and he has never considered this matter very important.

In fact, he had expected it from the time he found out that Shen Sihai was not his biological father.

After checking for evidence, he easily came to the conclusion that he was the third son of Shen Fengshan and Ding Qin'en.