[69 Book Bar - www.] Mu Anyou raised her eyebrows, obediently, it was obvious that some people did not convey her words. She opened her lips and asked without answering: "How are things in your company being handled?"

"It will probably take a few more days before I can go back." Zhan Aofan was silent for a while and replied.

"Oh, can you take some time to come back early?" Mu Anyou said quietly, with no expression on his face.

At this time, Zhan Aofan realized something was wrong and said softly: "What's wrong? Youyou, what's the matter?"

"It's nothing too important. It's just that Hui Hui is ill and is currently in the No. 1 Hospital in City B. If you can spare the time, please come back."

After hanging up the phone with an expressionless face, Mu Anyou remembered that Huihui had just woken up for a while, looked at her and asked where her father was? Without waiting for her to answer, she fell asleep again.

He stared blankly at the dark night outside, feeling cold in his heart.

Does it hurt? It doesn't seem like it really does. I just feel coldness in my limbs. Maybe my heart is numb, and I really can't feel the pain anymore.

The ringtone of the cell phone continued to ring. Mu Anyou looked at the caller ID that always showed the same person. He frowned. Finally, he became impatient with the ringing. He reached out and pressed the mute button and threw it aside.

If she hadn't thought that her sister and mother would call, she would have turned off her phone long ago.

At three o'clock in the morning, Mu Anyou heard the slightly rapid breathing of the little man in her arms. She stared at it for a moment, and finally felt something was wrong.

Several harsh and unusual sounds were made. Mu Anyou's heart skipped a beat and she felt a little suffocated in her chest, but she quickly pressed the beeper.

In only ten seconds, the doctor and nurse quickly entered the ward, took the child from Mu Anyou's hands, and placed him in a proper position on the bed with the head raised.

"The child's breathing is not good, hurry up and connect to the ventilator." Director Zhang only glanced at it and quickly made a verbal decision, not forgetting to adjust Mu Hui's head to the side slightly to prevent suffocation.

With the beeping sound on the ECG monitor, Mu Anyou's heart was clenching hard and her body was trembling slightly. She wanted to step forward but was afraid of disturbing the busy doctors and nurses, so she could only stand helplessly.

On the side, he stared at the man on the bed whose face was slightly blue due to difficulty breathing.

"An'an, come out with me for a moment." Director Zhang took a few steps back and walked to Mu Anyou, saying with a solemn face.

Mu An's heart skipped a beat, and she looked at the person in front of her, who was used to seeing life and death in a calm manner, and suddenly felt a tightness in her chest that made her uncomfortable. She didn't want to, and didn't want to listen to the verdict that she might hear from the doctor.

After waiting for a long time, no one in front of me responded, they just stood there stiffly.

Director Zhang tentatively called out again: "An'an?"

Mu Anyou turned to look at Director Zhang and said slowly, word by word: "Uncle Zhang, can you wait for my mother and sister to come over?" He spoke out the empty syllables in a difficult and difficult voice.

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In just fifteen minutes from receiving the call to arriving at the First City Hospital, Mu Xile's white Cayenne had reached its limit.

Rao was used to the intrigues in shopping malls and was decisive in killing, but at this moment, Gu Xiuyuan's steps staggered, and she walked into the elevator half-supported by Mu Xile.

"Mom, don't worry, Huihui will definitely be fine." Staring at the rising numbers in the elevator, Mu Xile comforted the people around her and seemed to comfort herself. Her mother's heart was not good, and the doctor repeatedly warned her not to bear the emotions of great sadness and joy.

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Gu Xiuyuan had calmed down a bit, her eyes filled with worry as she murmured: "Xi Le, what did An An say on the phone?"

"It's nothing, it's just that Huihui is feeling a little uncomfortable and wants us to come over and think about the best way to treat him." Mu Xile said. How dare she tell her that An An just called "Sister" on the phone and then couldn't speak anymore?

The director told her the general situation.

As soon as they got out of the elevator, they rushed towards the ward where Mu Hui lived. From a distance, they saw Director Zhang already standing at the door of the ward waiting for them.

"How's it going? Lao Zhang?" Gu Xiuyuan asked anxiously as she approached.

Director Zhang's face was solemn, with a flash of regret in his eyes. He shook his head at the person in front of him: "Xiuyuan, the child's heart function has seriously failed. I'm really sorry. I can't do anything."

"Lao Zhang, this is my only grandson. Please think of another way, ah?" Gu Xiuyuan's eyes were red and she begged with tears in her eyes.

He has been an old classmate for decades and has known her for so many years. This is the first time that he has seen her showing such a fragile and helpless look. Even after her husband was dismissed and investigated, she has never retreated from her pride in front of others.

aura.

He reached out and patted her shoulders that were trembling from crying, and comforted her softly: "Xiuyuan, your heart is not good either, so you should sit down and rest for a while, ah? I think An An is in a very bad state of mind. If you continue

What if something happens to the two sisters?"

"An'an..." Thinking of her little daughter, Gu Xiuyuan burst into tears and murmured: "I, Gu Xiuyuan, have never accepted fate in my life, but God, is it going to cut off my little daughter's way of living..." She was sobbing as she said this.

stand up.

"Xiuyuan..." Director Zhang no longer knew how to comfort her, so he could only whisper her name.

"Uncle Zhang, Uncle Zhang."

Mu Xile's loud shout suddenly came from the ward.

Hearing the sound, Director Zhang hurriedly strode into the room and met Mu Xiele, whose face was full of anxiety and panic: "Uncle Zhang, take a quick look, Huihui..." The last syllable trembled and he could no longer say it.

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Director Zhang walked closer, checked Mu Hui's pupils, tested his stress reflex, then looked at the nurse who had been pushing cardiotonic medicine, and listened to the beeping sound from the ECG monitor, one after another.

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Every second is the smell of death in the air, and every second is enough to make people suffocate.

Mu Anyou knelt on her knees in front of the hospital bed, holding her son's little hand tightly, touching the temperature that was gradually cooling down in her palm. The biting coldness spread throughout her body, to her limbs and bones, and the coldness that penetrated her heart.

Bone-deep pain...

"Uncle Zhang..." Mu Xile looked at Director Zhang's gaze pleadingly, hoping to hear the answer he wanted from that mouth. What he got instead was a sad look and a helpless shake of the head.

The room was so quiet, with only the sound of instruments running. Mu Anyou listened quietly, waited quietly, and stared at the little man lying on the bed.

After raising the money, Mu Xile behind him cried bitterly, his feet softened, and he collapsed on the ground...

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