Marital shenanigans: ex-wife, don't come back

At dawn, song Buhui was awakened by the alarm of medical devices. On the computer screen, the original wave line became a straight line.

The nurse aunt had already told her that if the machine makes a noise, she must call the doctor.

"Mom, mom!" song Buhui pushed song Zijin hard, but his mother didn't respond at all.

She had no time to think about it. She climbed out of bed. She had no time to put on her shoes and ran out barefoot.

"Doctor, uncle doctor!" song did not regret this cry, and the doctors and nurses on duty rushed over.

At this time, Zhan Yan also came and was very frightened to see song Zijin's heart stop beating.

"Zijin... Zijin -" she shouted song Zijin's name in a panic, and her tears fell down in an instant.

The doctor and nurse were rescuing and withdrew Zhan Yan from the ward.

Zhan Yan hugged song Buhui and stood at the door of the ward. He almost had no time to think about it. He dialed Fu Beichen and cried, "Beichen, Zijin is in the hospital. Maybe he can't do it. Would you call song Zhiyuan for me? I don't want Zijin to be unwilling to go..."

"Yan Yan, I know!"

Before Zhan Yan finished speaking, a faint sigh came from the other end of the phone, and then Fu Beichen had hung up the phone.

Zhan Yan hugged song Buhui and sat on the bench outside the ward. Her palm stroked the child's forehead. Wen Sheng asked, "are you afraid of not regretting?"

Song Buhui, with tears in his eyes, nodded honestly, "I'm afraid, I'm afraid I'll never see my mother again!"

"Don't regret, don't worry, be good, don't worry! I'll be your mother in the future. I'll take good care of you, let you grow up happily, and won't let others bully you!" Zhan Yan hugged song don't regret and warmed each other.

At the moment, Zhan Yan felt that she was no stronger than song Buhui in the face of death.

Across the glass window of the ward, Zhan Yan saw that the doctor inside was holding the instrument and was clicking on Song Zijin and cardiopulmonary resuscitation, but there had been no improvement.

She felt the child's small body trembling in her arms and kept clenching her lips.

After a while of busyness, the doctor came out of the ward. Zhan Yan hurried up with song Buhui, "doctor, how is she?"

The doctor shook his head reluctantly. "There is little hope. We have tried our best. If we continue to treat the patient, the patient will be very painful and may not be able to make her live! So I'll discuss with your family members to see whether to continue the treatment or give up? If we give up, the patient will walk peacefully and don't have to suffer so much pain!"

After hearing the doctor's words, zhanyan reached out to cover his mouth and sobbed.

"Decide whether to continue treatment or give up!" the doctor asked and asked her to make a decision.

Zhan Yan wiped away his tears, slowly squatted down and looked at the little girl in front of him. Suddenly, his heart hurt for a while.

Don't regret, this child is really distressing!

"Don't regret, you listen to your mother..." Zhan Yan said only a few words, choking and speechless.

On the contrary, song Buhui stretched out his cold little hand, wiped the tears on Zhan Yan's cheeks, and asked in a childish voice, "Yan Yan's mother, is my mother going to die?"

Although it is cruel, Zhan Yan has to tell the truth.

"Well, yes!" Zhan Yan nodded.