Childish Flower

25

About to fall into chaos, Mu Jin squeezed the little bit of strength in his body, his eyes drooped gently, covering his eyes, unable to see his expression clearly.

    His lips trembled slightly, and the exhaled heat formed a white mist on the oxygen mask. Only when Mrs. Mu was lying on the side of his bed could he hear his subtle voice.

    "I...may not be able to wait...Tianchen..." Saying a word is as difficult as consuming life, almost only a weak breath supports the words, "in the bottom layer of the bookcase...I... left something... for him..."

    Warm and red blood poured out from his lower body, stinging the eyes of those around him, but Mu Jin closed her eyes as if she didn't feel aware, she was covered with sweat, and she didn't struggle with a finger.

    The doctors around him did not dare to be slacking in the slightest. After getting the consent of Mrs. Mu, they quickly began preparing for the Caesarean section for Mu Jin.

    His condition is not optimistic. He is born weak and weak, the fetal position is not correct, which leads to dystocia, and he is also accompanied by signs of hemorrhage.

    The anesthetic was slowly pushed into the silent human body lying on the operating table along the needle. Madam Mu did not dare to face the tragic situation in front of her, turned her back, covering her mouth, crying silently.

    She has already lost a child. Does God want to take away her only son again?

    On the other side, Gao Tianchen just got off the plane.

    At the branch’s shareholder meeting, he received news of Mu Jin’s premature delivery. Gao Tianchen was so nervous that his fingers were shaking with the pen. He immediately put aside the meeting and rushed to the airport as quickly as possible.

    He had to go back to accompany Mujin, and he couldn't imagine how dangerous it would be to produce Omega without Alpha.

    Moreover, Mu Jin's body is so weak that he has managed to raise some meat in these two months, and he is terribly painful, and he has always had a child through the gates of ghosts.

    The mobile phone could not be turned on on the plane, and Gao Tianchen could not get any news about Mu Jin. He was anxious, and every nerve was stretched to the extreme, praying that Mu Jin and the child would be fine.

    Four hours later, the plane landed at the airport in city s. Gao Tianchen trembled and turned on his mobile phone. A bunch of news bombed. Except for the termination of the meeting, only one message from Mrs. Mu was left. The content was short but tight. The earth twitched Gao Tianchen's heart.

    "The child is born, a healthy Alpha boy."

    This text message was like a reassuring pill, letting Gao Tianchen's heart palpitations relieved.

    He held the steering wheel tightly, tapping anxiously with his slender and powerful fingers, his thoughts had already drifted towards the hospital, and he wished to fly over with his wings.

    It's good if the child comes out safely. Seeing Mu Jin's physical weakness and weakness before, he was worried that the birth would not go smoothly.

    Unexpectedly, after only half a month away, the child would have been born when he came back.

    Mu Jin gave birth on her own, and he must have worked extremely hard. He has always been tolerant of all kinds of discomforts and discomforts during pregnancy, and he just kept in his heart.

    But how did he survive the piercing pain of having a son? !

    Thinking of this, Gao Tianchen felt a little confused again, and hurried to the central hospital in a panic.

    He was on the road full of guilt and worry, but didn't know that Mu Jin was already lying on the operating table unconsciously at this time.

    The pheromone in his body is being relentlessly strangled by the ether in the anesthetic, swallowing the originally healthy territory. The pheromone is weakened and weakened, and with irrepressible heart failure and neurological shock, he wears an oxygen mask to keep his weak breathing. It's very difficult.

    The doctors around him made concerted efforts and used the most professional methods to make the last effort, trying to take the people who had been lingering at the time of death from the hands of the gods of death.

    When Gao Tianchen rushed to the hospital, he only saw Master Mu and his father, his complexion was never before.

    Madam Mu had already cried into tears, her petite body couldn't bear the uncontrollable grief in her heart, she almost fell into a coma, and fell asleep with a tranquilizer.

    A terrible and ominous premonition filled Gao Tianchen's heart.

    "Dad, where's Xiaojin?" Her lips trembled uncontrollably, trying to make her voice not trembling so much, she spoke softly and asked her father.

    There was a trace of hope and prayer in his eyes, and he only hoped that he was too worried, and his father would tell him that there was nothing wrong with Mu Jin.

    Master Gao didn't answer. He, who had always been dignified and powerful, just shook his head with downcast eyes, stretched out the hands stained with the years, and patted him gently on the shoulder.

    "He...very bad, the doctor has tried his best, but his life is still in danger."

    "You lie to me! I don't believe it!" Gao Tianchen couldn't believe it, and was so excited that he slapped the opponent's hand away.

    "The child has been born safely, he will be fine...it is impossible..." Gao Tianchen seemed to have his soul stolen, there was no trace of expression in his eyes, and he couldn't help muttering.

    His body slumped like strength, his fists were clenched, his knuckles were faintly white, and the hair on his forehead was gently hanging down, covering his bleak eyes.

    After a long time of silence, he heard him tremble and ask: "Where is Xiaojin?" His voice was hoarse as gravel.

    Mu Jin did not escape the danger of life, nor did he regain consciousness. His thin and thin body was filled with thin tubes of various instruments and equipment to maintain his weak life.

    Gao Tianchen stood by the large hospital bed, staring quietly at the person on the bed, his eyes cautiously, and he didn't even dare to reach out his hand to caress him, fearing that this fragile life would be broken with the wind if he touched him slightly.

    He was very regretful, very regretful, sorrow filled his heart, swallowing his heart, and burning this useless and weak soul to ashes.

    The lying person’s mouth was slightly tilted, with a comforting and gentle smile, as quiet as a deep sleep, and seemed to be trapped in the chaos by a beautiful dream.

    There seemed to be a trace of warm, crystal clear liquid accumulating in the hot eye sockets and then slipping off.