031Is there any possibility that the child will survive?

In the hospital, Xiao Lengyun was lying on the bed in the intensive care unit, dying, her body was filled with various tubes, and the only sign of life was maintained by machines.

Outside the intensive care unit, Yan Yiru sat in the chair closest to the door, her face pale as if half a dead person.

Hearing the footsteps, she slowly raised her head and looked in the direction where the sound came. Among the people walking towards the intensive care unit, she saw only one person.

——Jian Xia.

As if he was suddenly injected with chicken blood, Yan Yiru stood up from the chair with a "whisper" and rushed towards Jian Xia.

"Jian Xia, you bitch, you were all the ones who killed my son." Yan Yiru rushed towards Jian Xia and shouted as if she was about to kill someone.

The old man and the old lady looked at Yan Yiru who was rushing towards him, and were both confused and didn't understand at all. Yan Yiru was smoking.

Jian Xia stopped and looked at Yan Yiru who was rushing over quickly. The expression on her face was like a windless lake surface, without a trace of waves. She just looked at Yan Yiru's eyes, with extremely coldness, and there was no longer any familiarity and enthusiasm of a good sister before.

Just when Yan Yiru was about to pounce in front of Jian Xia and wanted to kill Jian Xia, Leng Yan strode over and grabbed Yan Yiru's arm, then raised his hand and slapped him hard on Yan Yiru's face with a "splash".

After struggling all night, and with the cold slap, Yan Yiru staggered to the side continuously, and finally, her body hit the wall and fell to the ground.

Covering his slapped face with one hand, Yan Yiru supported the ground with the other hand, slowly looked up at Leng Yan, and blood spilled out of the corner of her mouth.

"You hit me, you actually hit me?"

Jian Xia looked at this scene coldly, as if she was watching a play.

In the past, she was the stupidest one in this scene, but now, this scene has nothing to do with her.

The old man and the old lady looked at Yan Yiru, who were full of resentment on the ground, and were still confused.

"Take her away and don't let her appear here again." Leng Yan ordered the bodyguards behind him.

"yes."

The bodyguard nodded, and immediately two people strode forward, erecting Yan Yiru from left to right.

"I won't leave! I won't leave!" Yan Yiru struggled desperately and shouted, "That's my son. Why should I let me go? I won't leave!"

Yan Ruyi's strength is no match for two big bodyguards. No matter how hard she struggles to resist, the bodyguards raise her up without any effort and leave.

"Ah, how could you treat me like this?" Yan Yiru roared desperately as if she was crazy, "That's my son, how could you treat me like this?"

"Ah, Ah..."

Yan Yiru was held into the elevator, and the entire corridor suddenly became quiet.

The old man's fiery eyes looked coldly, but said nothing, and continued to strode towards the intensive care unit.

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In the intensive care unit, the old man and the old lady who had put on sterile clothes looked at the great-grandson who had no trace of anger in front of her, and couldn't help but wet her eyes. For a moment, she couldn't say a word.

Although they didn't say anything, they could guess what Yan Yiru said and expressed, as well as all the performances that Jian Xia had from the morning to the present, and even they were unwilling to go to the intensive care unit to see Xiao Lengyun. They could guess some of the whole story.

The fourth generation that the Leng family has always held in their palms is afraid that this motionless little boy is really not Jian Xia's son.

However, it was absolutely impossible for Jane Xia to get pregnant at that time, but an accident occurred when the child was only eight friends, resulting in premature birth.

At that time, Leng Yan was only next to Jian Xia. When they received the notice, they rushed to the hospital, Jian Xia had already undergone a caesarean section and the child had been taken out of the operating room. Only Jian Xia was still rescued in the operating room due to heavy bleeding.

The old lady was wondering at the time that the child who had an accidental premature birth in eight months looked as old as a full-term child.

Now that I think about it, the child was replaced at that time.

Outside the intensive care unit, through the clear glass window, staring at the child who was sleeping quietly on the hospital bed inside for a while, Jian Xia finally couldn't help it, and her eyes were wet, and tears gradually slipped out.

In my mind, how she coaxed Leng Yun to fall asleep every night in the past two years.

She plays with him every day, watches cartoons with him, feeds him, bathes and washes his hair, tells him stories, sleeps with him, and kisses his forehead and cheeks.

It has been more than two years, every day and night, even if she wants to ignore and forget, everything is vivid in her mind, as if all the things happened in the last second.

"Mom, mom, baby loves mom..."

"Mom is the most beautiful. The baby will marry her mother as his wife in the future..."

"Mom is so fragrant, baby likes mother the most..."

............

Jian Xia lowered her head and covered her mouth, tears gushing like a spring.

The child is innocent, and she never wants to hurt the child because of her and Leng Yan.

She just wanted to find her daughter, and then, Leng Yun followed Leng Yan and Yan Yiru to live the life of their family of three. She never thought about being like today.

Sorry, sorry!

Two steps away, Leng Yan tightly frowned and looked at Jian Xia, who was sobbing with his trembling shoulders, hesitated and walked over, then reached out to hug her trembling shoulders.

"Bang!"

However, when his hand was lifted into the air, a powerful slap fell on his face, and the crisp slap sounded throughout the corridor.

Jian Xia looked at Leng Yan beside her with tears in her eyes.

The slap just now was for herself and Leng Yun, who was lying in the intensive care unit and could only rely on cold instruments to maintain her life.

"Let's get divorced!" Jian Xia raised her lips and smiled, blooming so brightly in her tears, "There is really no need to live together again."

After the words came, Jian Xia raised her hand to wipe the tears from her face, turned around, and strode away.

Leng Yan turned his head and stared at the slender and utterly back that was getting farther and farther away from him. His scarlet eye sockets gradually became blurred.

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Xiao Lengyun fell from the third floor of the villa. Not only did she fracture her body, but her brain and internal organs were also damaged to varying degrees. The most serious one was the heart.

There are many signs of rupture in the heart, and even if it is surgically, it cannot be sutured.

If it were an ordinary child, the doctor would have given up on rescue, because even if the child's life was maintained with the instrument for a while, it would not be possible to maintain it like this. As long as the instrument is pulled out, the child will be a dead person.

Besides, the cost of maintaining life on this day will be over 100,000, so how can ordinary people afford such expenses?

"Child, isn't there any possibility of survival?"

In the conference room of the hospital, after listening to the analysis of Xiao Lengyun's situation by a group of experts, the old man asked in a heavy voice.

"It's not impossible, but this is very expensive, and the risk is also very high, and there is no 100% sure." The expert in the lead looked at the old man with a friendly and respectful attitude.

"What's the solution?" the old man asked again.

The old lady and Leng Yan, who were sitting aside, were also eagerly waiting for the doctor's answer.

"Heart transplant." The expert led by the leader paused, looked at the old man, and continued, "The child is so young and his current condition is very bad. It is very risky to do this surgery, and......"

"And what?" asked the old lady.

“And, the right donor is a problem.”

"If you undergo a heart transplant, what is the chance of the child recovering from health?" the old man asked again.

The expert led the team pondered for a moment, "............ up to 30%.

After getting the doctor's answer, the old man sighed indifferently, said nothing, stood up from the chair and left.

When the old lady saw this, she quickly stood up and followed her.

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In the villa that Leng Yan bought for Yan Yiru, the blood stains on the grass were still dazzling and clear. Several small stones were dyed blood red and could no longer tell the original color.

The old man looked at the image in front of him, sighed deeply, and asked, "Where is Yan Yiru?"

"In the villa." The bodyguard next to him replied immediately.

The old man nodded, turned around, and walked towards the villa gate.
Chapter completed!