Qin Anan was tightly clung to his heart, and a sense of loss arose.

Because before Mike called, she saw the message from the doctor, and before she could have time to be happy, the bad news followed.

"It's okay," she said, "I'll call the hospital."

"Okay. Did I disturb you from going to bed?"

"No. I'm awake. Thank you for your hard work these days." Qin Anan lifted the quilt and got out of bed, planning to go to the hospital now. "By the way, I just sent 300 milliliters of blood from the blood bank. I think 300 milliliters should be enough."

"That's good! If it's enough, I'll be ready to return home." Mc said.

"Well, I'll go to the hospital now."

"Okay. Be careful! Don't wait for Ziqiu to get better, you're down again." Mike reminded, "I shouldn't call you at this point, but I feel uneasy if I don't call you."

"I didn't sleep too much," Qin Anan said a few words to him and hung up the phone.

Before leaving the door, she looked at the weather.

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At this time, outdoor temperatures and zero degrees. The weather shows that there is heavy snow today.

Every time she sees snow, even if it is just the word "snow", she will remember the time she once fell in love with Fu Shiting.

After so many years, their relationship is still closely connected.

If only Ziqiu could get better, that would be great.

She took out a long down jacket from the closet, wrapped herself tightly, and then stepped out of the villa door.

The cold wind blew towards her, and her nose was sore that she was so cold.

She opened the car door and entered the car. For a moment, the cold air was isolated.

She started the car and waited for the time to warm the car. She stared at the darkness in front of her in a daze.

She doesn't suffer from insomnia every night, because of her weakness after giving birth, she can fall asleep most of the time.

The insomnia tonight was because Fu Shiting was emotionally out of control in the hospital, collapsed and cried bitterly, which made her unable to calm down for a long time.

As soon as she closed her eyes, his heartbroken face automatically appeared in her mind.

No matter how many times she said harsh words to him or how many times she broke up with him, it would be difficult for her to overturn her deep love for him.

Ziqiu is sick, how could she cruelly blame him? How could he hope that his son will die prematurely?

He collapsed tonight, at least half of the reason she caused it.

At three o'clock in the morning, the city faded from prosperity and hustle and bustle. Qin An'an arrived at the hospital unimpeded.

As soon as she entered the neonatal department, she saw Fu Shiting's tall figure.

She took him back to the hotel to rest in the evening, thinking he could have a good sleep, but he came earlier than her.

"I have already given my son a blood infusion." The fatigue on his face was not gone, but his eyes were shining. "Mac said the blood he was looking for was not clean, so there are only three hundred milliliters of blood at present. But the doctor said you can try it first. Three hundred milliliters are also a lot."

Qin Anan nodded: "Does the doctor call you or send a message?"

"Message sent."

"Did you not sleep?"

"I'm sleeping, I've set a message prompt." He looked at her face, "Are you not sleeping?"

"Can't sleep." She looked at him, looking at his still scarlet eyes, and asked, "Are you in a better mood?"

An unnatural embarrassment flashed across his face.

"I feel embarrassed now?" She couldn't help but sarcasticize him. "At that time, many doctors and nurses were beside you, and your subordinates..."

"Don't remind me." His Adam's apple rolled, and a blush appeared on his handsome cheeks. "I don't do this often. And they should understand my current situation."

"No one laughed at you." She took his hand and took him to the bench next to her. "You have tried your best. Even if the final result is not satisfactory, I won't blame you."

She seemed to be saying, I was mentally prepared for the worst.

But he hasn't.


Chapter completed!