Chapter 3: Feel you are pitiful

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"Anesthesia failed, what should I do?" the anesthetist on the side said quickly, and now the patient's stomach has been scratched, and his blood has long been blurred.
"Caesarean."
Lu Qin is still saying this, and his eyes are cold and cold all fall on Yan Huan's belly. All he wants is cord blood, whether it is Yan Huan or a child, whether he is dead or not, has nothing to do with him, anyway, sooner or later One day is also dying.
The doctor carried a knife across the woman's belly with a scalpel. The cold punctured the skin, the pain was torn, the peeled flesh, the smell spread throughout the operating room, and The woman's body convulsed from time to time, and her almost silent screaming, until the doctor was cold and sweaty, and took out the child with blood.
Yan Huan's eyes widened, and she stretched out her weak hands.
"Child, my child, give it back to me, give it back to me..."
It's just that everyone gave her unsympathy, cruelty, hands...
Then they took the child who had already passed away without looking back.
"It's not good, the patient is bleeding..." The doctor on one side changed his face, and saw that Yan Huan's face was almost bluish-grey at this time, and it was originally a colored lip. At this time, it was pale and cold.
"This patient is RH-negative blood, and we don't have blood preparation now."
Speaking of Huan, she has lost her consciousness, and it seems that so many voices are ringing in her brain from time to time, constantly mixing, until finally it becomes a buzz, and then Attributed to a calm.
It wasn't until she opened her eyes again that the sky seemed to be bright, and she stared blankly at the ceiling, and her fingers slowly moved to her stomach. In fact, she didn't need to touch it, nor did she forget that her child didn't Now, her child is dead.
In her eyes, there was a bright, clear blue sky and white clouds, and she had forgotten that she had not lived under such a peaceful sky for a long time.
"Are you awake?" There wasn't much ups and downs in her ears. The sound was familiar, but it actually made her afraid. If there is anyone else in the Lu family that makes her afraid, then this person.
She turned her face away, and her dim vision finally became clearer, and her vision was blurred again.
The man standing in front of her had a shadowy back, and even the warm light fell on him, sparse and cold.
I want to melt, but I am afraid of death.
I want to take it, but I still feel cold.
His name is Lu Yi, and he is the youngest prosecutor in the city. He is also a stranger of the Lu family and her enemy.
"Did you save me?"
The man's thin lips have been pursed, there is no special curvature, there is no upward movement, nor a decline.
"Rare panda blood, do you think there are others? Even if there is, who do you think will save you?"
Yan Huan closed her eyes and her voice was stabbed in her throat.
"I didn't save you, why did you save me?"
"It just feels pitiful."
His faint voice actually hurt Yan Huan's heart.
"Child, what about my child?" Yan Huan choked, "I want to see the child, is that okay?"
"Child, you are not qualified to see," the man still spit out the words in his hand. "That's a girl, her flesh and blood are abandoned by her mother, and she was thrown into the trash by her father. It was my uncle who was buried. her."
"Thank you..." Yan Huan put his fingers on the body, and once again firmly grasped the quilt on her body. At this time, she was even embarrassed to die. She was not wearing clothes, only this quilt, wrapped Lived all her unbearable and dirty.