Ye Wenming didn't care about anything else now, so he suddenly picked Zhuo Qianyun up and said to Xiao Yan, "You follow me and send my mother to the hospital with daddy. You don't want her to hurt like this all the time."

The little guy stopped talking, but just followed Ye Wenming tightly.

After getting into the car, Ye Wenming put Zhuo Qianyun in the passenger seat, while Xiao Yan crawled into the back seat without saying a word.

The little guy's eyes that looked similar to Zhuo Qianyun were staring at Zhuo Qianyun nervously through the gaps in the seats, and his little mouth kept saying, "Mommy, it doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt. When you arrive at the hospital, the doctor and aunt will treat Mommy, and Mommy will stop hurting soon!"

Zhuo Qianyun finally took a breath with difficulty and tried hard to squeeze out a smile on her face to her son, not wanting the child to worry too much about herself, "Mommy is okay...it won't hurt in a while..."

Looking at the mother and son like this, Ye Wenming felt a sense of sorrow and pain. He stepped on the accelerator and drove quickly towards the hospital.

Along the way, he looked at her in pain, but still gritted his teeth tightly to prevent her from exhaling pain, so as not to make the child even more worried.

In his mind, he suddenly thought of the past when she accidentally fell down and her ankles were swollen, but she didn't say a word and didn't tell him. It was not until he sent her home that she found that she was walking a little slowly, and then she discovered her injuries.

At that time, her ankles were already red and purple, and her eldest brother was swollen.

"You're hurt so much?" he asked her like that.

But she stuck out her tongue and said, "Don't you worry! Actually, it's nothing. I'll just spray it with a swelling spray when I get home."

She is such a person. She doesn't like to make others worry about her and bear all the pain silently.

When the car drove to the intersection, it happened to be a red light.

Ye Wenming stopped the car, pulled a tissue, leaned over and wanted to wipe Zhuo Qianyun's sweat.

At this moment, her face was covered with sweat beads, especially her forehead, which showed how painful it was.

When his hand holding a tissue touched her forehead, she seemed to feel something, her body trembled slightly, and then her eyes were slightly opened, and the gaze in her eyes made Ye Wenming's heart suddenly shrink.

Her eyes were indifferent and alienated, and even... there was a kind of resistance, which was silently rejecting his touch.

For a moment, Ye Wenming felt embarrassed.

At this moment, he woke up from his own memories. Now, she is no longer the innocent and charming Zhuo Qianyun who was afraid that he would worry about him and was willing to endure the pain.

Now she is scarred, and her pain is just for Xiaoyan.

Ye Wenming wiped the sweat off Zhuo Qianyun's face almost quickly. When the red light turned to the green light, he continued to drive the car to the hospital.

When he arrived at the hospital, Zhuo Qianyun fainted from pain. Ye Wenming carried Zhuo Qianyun to the emergency room, while Xiao Yan followed Ye Wenming tightly, with his tender little face full of worries.

Ling Yiran received a call from Ye Wenming, an hour later. During the call, Ye Wenming's voice seemed to be exhausted. "Qianyun is in the hospital now. She fainted from pain today. The doctor said that if the transplant surgery is not performed immediately, it will be useless even if the transplant is completely spread."
Chapter completed!