Ye Nianmo hurried to the hospital, and he had to come. Dr. Duan's words, "Mrs.'s situation was not good, and his heart broke into two."

"You can't do this anymore. Her inflammation is very serious. If you still can't reduce inflammation tomorrow, then you can only...?" Dr. Duan felt guilty, but concealed what he and Ding Yiyi said.

Ye Nianmo walked into the ward. There was a smell of medicine in the ward, but the pills were placed on the small table. The heavy breathing of the person lying on the hospital bed made people feel chills.

Her lips were very dry, and the nurse whispered: "I don't know why I just didn't open my mouth, and refused to give her water. I was drowsy and I must replenish my water."

He leaned over and kissed her dry lips, covered her ear and whispered: "Don't take medicine, don't force you to take medicine."

The sleeping man seemed to hear a promise of peace of mind. When the warm water poured into her mouth again, she did not struggle anymore.

Because the appendix is ​​dripping with needles to prevent inflammation, he cannot eat. Considering the special circumstances of her body, the doctor just gave her some rice paste.

Ye Nianmo accompanied her all night, early in the morning, when the person on the bed moved, he immediately woke up.

Seeing him, Ding Yiyi cried. She didn't want to cry, but she just couldn't stop her tears.

"No?" she cried, her voice hoarse, "Don't let me give up on this child."

Ye Nianmo held her hand, and his heart was cut like a knife, "You just think I am trying to harm this child, but have you ever thought about how important you are in my heart?"

Ding Yiyi refused to listen. She turned her head and tears fell into the corner of her eyes.

"There is no choice." Ye Nianmo whispered, "If someone must be the shaman, I will do it."

"Nian Mo!" she shouted, wanting him to change his mind, but only let him stop, but failed to stop his decision.

After Ye Nianmo went out, the servant rushed in. She was so anxious that she almost burst into tears, "Madam, it's all my fault, why should I die so much!"

She simply reached out and slapped her face, "Enough!" Ding Yiyi closed her eyes in pain. She no longer wanted to cry, nor did she want to hear people crying again.

She was so tired of crying that she fell asleep, but she was still uneasy in her dream. When she woke up again, she felt like she was a different life, but in fact it only took a few hours.

She reached out and touched her bulging abdomen, feeling sad and determined in her heart. Crying is really useless, it cannot solve any problem, it cannot impress anyone, and to save this child, it must rely on herself!

Looking at the tray next to the table, there were pills on the plate, she swept the medicine and the plate to the ground, asking her to take medicine, don't think about it!

The movement in the room disturbed the maid waiting outside the door. She hurriedly entered the door, thinking that Ding Yiyi accidentally knocked over the medicine plate, so she squatted on the ground to clean up.

"Have you found your sister?" After deciding, her inner confusion and sadness were no longer so uncomfortable, and she didn't even feel so painful in her body, she asked in a low voice.

The servant put the medicine in the trash can, his eyes full of gratitude, "Thank you, Madam, I found it, it's okay, I'm young and ignorant, and I've played outside with my friends."

Ding Yiyi nodded, didn't say anything, but just looked ahead silently. The air was so depressing.

"Madam, watch TV." The servant was afraid that she was bored, so he turned on the TV with the remote control.

The TV happened to be on the news, and the servant was about to turn on the station, but Ding Yiyi stopped her, "Wait a minute."
Chapter completed!