Chapter 389: Song Qingwan's illness (1)

Chapter 389 Song Qingwan’s Disease (1)
Deep and gloomy eyes stared at her puffed belly, frowning deeper.
This little thing, how many things did you eat in one night!
The little girl tilted her head and looked down at his sight. She saw that in the light green princess dress, her belly was clearly bulging, round and bulging, like a small leather ball.
The little girl suddenly rounded her black and beautiful big eyes. She looked at her bulging belly. Not only did she not hide it, she stretched out her white tender little hand happily, patted her belly, and said excitedly to her father:
"Dad! Look, there is a baby in my stomach! What a big baby!"
Lu Junhan: "..."
Lu Anran: "..."
Chen Shuo: "..."
He guessed that Shao Lu must regret coming.
When Lu Anran saw this, she couldn't laugh or cry. She rubbed the girl's head and said softly, "Pears, are you still eating?"
"Stop eating," the little girl lowered her head and hugged her belly, frowning in distress, "I can't eat anymore."
At this moment, the phone in Lu Junhan's suit pocket suddenly rang.
It was from Lu Qidong.
Lu Junhan twisted his brows slightly and connected.
Lu Qidong's voice at this moment is no longer the usual gentle and refined, not rushing, but rather anxious, and it is a bit urgent and sharp:
"You are coming to the rightmost toilet on the third floor! Your aunt vomited blood and fainted!"
Lu Qidong's voice was full of urgency, almost roaring, the voice was loud, and even Chen Shuo and Lu Anran next to him could hear it clearly!
Their expressions changed suddenly.
Lu Junhan and Chen Shuo didn't say anything, and went straight upstairs.
Lu Anran didn't know what was going on, because he was afraid that they would be too busy, so he wanted to follow along.
But he turned his head and looked at the little girl who was sitting in the chair obediently, looking at her with big dark eyes in confusion.
Lu Anran paused, and hurriedly called the bodyguards next to him, asking them to take care of the little girl first, and after a few words to the little girl, then he followed upstairs.
Not long after, two dark cars hurried away from the Haicheng Hotel, including one from Lu Junhan, Chen Shuo, Lu Qidong, and Song Qingwan, one from Lu Anran and the little girl.
Because I said hello in advance, the road is smooth at this moment.
After running through five or six red lights, he finally reached the Haicheng Hospital.
...
Tonight is probably a sleepless night for many people.
Lu Anran found a clean and airy ward, and absently played games with the little girl who knew nothing about it. In the end, the little girl who looked after him refused to go back to Lu's house to sleep, and only wanted to stay with them after she fell asleep.
Only then came out of the room with red eyes.
Obviously, he cried.
Her face was very pale and fragile, there was no trace of blood on her lips, her expression was dumbfounded, her eyes had no focus, and her whole body was shaking violently.
Tonight, probably the most terrifying scene she has ever seen.
blood.
Too much blood.
How can a person vomit so much blood?
The blood was all over the floor, the red eyes were dazzling, the red was startling, but the aunt's face was so white, the white seemed to have died peacefully, and the white made her whole body cold.
She seemed to be back when she was five years old again.
The mother's crushed and cold body was placed in the morgue, quietly and without any more life.
She stood there, her brain blank, her blood seemed to be frozen, and only an empty body remained.
It's so sad.
She was so sad.
Song Qingwan has been sent to the operating room. The light in the operating room has lasted for more than three hours, which seems to be even longer.
Every minute, every second, is like a kind of delay.
Lu Junhan and Lu Qidong sat on the bench outside, silently.
Song Qingwan's assistant stood beside them with guilt and pain.
Now, there is no way to hide things.
The assistant simply said everything.
Now that he saw Song Qingwan inside, he was not feeling well.
"father……"
Lu Anran came out of the room and saw them in the hallway. He couldn't help but rushed into the arms of Lu Qidong whose eyes were also slightly red.
Her cry was very restrained, as if she was afraid that the crying voice would interfere with the operation of the doctor inside.
With tears streaming down her face, she trembled and said,
"Aunt... Aunt, she will be fine, right? I, I actually have a lot of things to say to her... I... I thought, I thought I would have time in the future, but why and why ..."
Lu Qidong's eyes were red, and he swallowed the soreness that was constantly rising in his throat. He gently patted her back with his big hands, and his slightly dumb voice trembled:
"She will be fine, your aunt will be fine, your aunt...aunt is so good, she will be fine."
But they all know.
Advanced gastric cancer.
Basically it can't be cured.
Death is only a matter of time.
Besides, Song Qingwan's current situation is too serious.
They have to prepare for the worst.
Lu Junhan sat on the bench, his thin lips pressed tightly, his dark and deep eyes were deep, and the thin jaw line collapsed very tightly.
After a while, he suddenly stood up from his seat, said nothing, took out the cigarette case, and went outside to smoke.
When Lu Qidong saw this, he sighed long.
If anyone here has the closest relationship with Song Qingwan, it is probably this kid.
Feelings for nearly two decades.
Xiao Anran cried like this, and Xiao Hanhan felt even more uncomfortable.
...
When Song Qingwan woke up with her eyes open again, she saw the familiar ceiling of the hospital again.
And her hands were still infused as before, and the air was filled with a clear smell of disinfectant.
"President Song, you are awake!"
The assistant was originally dozing off, but suddenly saw her waking up, her expression was obviously very excited, and she stood up suddenly from her seat.
Song Qing tactfully turned his sour and tired head.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he turned his head, he met Lu Qidong next to him as if he hadn't slept all night, with tired eyes with many red blood.
His clothes were the same as last night, but his clothes were very messy. It was obvious that a lot of her blood was stained on it, most of which had already condensed into dark blood clots, and the whole person was a little embarrassed.
But this did not diminish his gentle and elegant handsome temperament, on the contrary, he still had a sense of casual decadence.
When the assistant saw Lu Qidong not speaking when she saw her, he coughed awkwardly and explained to her:
"That... Mr. Song, when you asked me to take the medicine last night, I happened to hit your brother at the door of the toilet, uh, and then your brother went in with me to find you..."
Needless to say, Song Qingwan could guess it.
Lu Qidong is such a keen and suspicious person, his assistant is his opponent.
When the assistant saw him, as long as he showed a little guilty conscience, Lu Qidong would definitely notice something was wrong.
(End of this chapter)