Murong's eyes widened and he rushed over like crazy, holding An An in his arms.
An An's head had been smashed, and blood was pouring out.
Murong Rong hugged An An and rushed out like crazy.
Rong Jiuci was standing at the top of the stairs smoking when he suddenly heard a shrill cry.
It seemed that Murong Rong called An An's name again.
He was about to walk over subconsciously, and just as he was about to push open the fire door in the stairwell, Rong Jiuci paused.
He was really afraid that he had held it in for too long and was now so affected by Murong Rong.
Murong Rong was deeply in love with Song Chuhe at this time, how could he scream so miserably.
Rong Jiuci's eyes turned cold.
"Brother Ninth, why are you here?" Huo Yanshen opened the door and walked in: "The brothers said they were going to sit in the dusk, are you going?"
"Let's go."
Huo Yanshen's jaw dropped in shock: "Brother Ninth, we want to go to dusk, not to go back to the company, right..."
Made a mistake?
His Ninth Brother has always kept himself clean and has never set foot in such sensual places.
Rong Jiuci ignored Huo Yanshen and walked out.
Murong Rong was sitting on the bench in the corridor covered in blood, looking at the words "rescue in progress", her body was shaking uncontrollably.
On the way to the hospital from An An, she kept covering the wound on An An's forehead with a handkerchief, but the blood kept flowing and couldn't be stopped.
By the time she arrived at the hospital, An An had already passed out. Her little face was covered in blood, but her face was pale and pale.
Murong Rong's heart was filled with endless regret. She should not have attended the ceremony, let alone leave An An in the hands of the housekeeper.
If it weren't for these shares, the Song family wouldn't even pay attention to her, let alone An An.
Every minute and every second at this moment stretched infinitely. Murong Rong didn't know how long she had been suffering before the door of the emergency room finally opened.
Murong Rong rushed over immediately: "Doctor, how is my daughter?"
"The wound has stopped bleeding, but judging from her injuries and examination results, she has coagulopathy again. If she hadn't come in time this time, she might not even be able to save her life this time."
At this moment, Murong Rong felt like the world was spinning and he almost fainted.
She bit her lip: "My hematopoietic stem cells..."
"It has been checked and it turns out that your and my daughter's hematopoietic stem cells do not match and cannot be transplanted."
"Coagulopathy? Isn't this a terminal illness? What a retribution. Such an eyesore and money-losing product should die!" A harsh voice suddenly sounded.
Lin Yawei wore exquisite makeup, stepped on high heels, and walked over with her head held high.
Just now, after Murong Rong left with the little money-losing goods, the old man's 100-day memorial ceremony ended in such a hurry.
After Mrs. Song sent away the guests, she vented her accumulated anger on her and forced her to apologize to Murong Rong.
Mrs. Song said: "Lin Yawei, if you can't coax Murong Rong to change his mind, you will never even think about stepping through the Song family's door in your life."
Song Chuhe also had a face full of indifference: "Why are you so ignorant? Don't you know how important the shares in Murong Rong's hands are? How can you still let Nan Nan hit An An?"
Lin Yawei was forced to go to the hospital to apologize.
Originally, she thought she would be humiliated by Murong Rong in every possible way this time, but she never heard the good news.
As if being touched, Murong Rong stood up suddenly, grabbed Lin Yawei by the collar, and his eyes were red: "Lin Yawei, you'd better keep your virtue in mind, otherwise don't blame me for being rude to you!
Lin Yawei was startled by Murong Rong, and then she laughed again: "Okay, if you want your daughter to die like this, just do it with me. Murong Rong, I have a way to save your daughter."
Murong Rong's movements suddenly froze: "Do you have any idea?"
"Of course, as long as you have another child, the umbilical cord blood can save your daughter's life when you give birth again. Doctor, am I right?"
The doctor nodded: "This lady is right. When the hematopoietic stem cells of the child's immediate relatives do not match, this is the best way."
"Did you hear that?" Lin Yawei smiled proudly: "If you want to have a child, you have to rely on Brother Chu He, and I am Brother Chu He's favorite person, and I am still pregnant with his child. If you treat me again
If you say something rude, just let your daughter wait for death!"
Murong Rong gritted his teeth: "What exactly do you want?"
"For the shares in your hand, how about exchanging the Song family's belongings for your daughter's life? Isn't it very profitable?"
Song Chuhe also rushed over in the dust at this time. After listening to Lin Yawei's story, he immediately said: "Weiwei is right. Murong Rong, you have taken advantage of the Song family so much, so you should be grateful. I have already sent a message,
Ask someone to print out the share transfer contract, and just sign it."
Murong Rong felt a chill in her heart when she saw Song Chuhe's greedy and impatient expression.
An An was seriously ill in bed, but Song Chuhe, as a father, did not say a word of greeting. The only thing he remembered and thought about was the shares in her hand.
Thinking that she had been married to a man like Song Chuhe for five years, Murong Rong couldn't help but shiver all over.
The only good thing now is that she and Song Chuhe have divorced, and she no longer has hope for him.
Murong Rong took a deep breath: "I agreed. I can give you the shares, but I want your son first."
Song Chuhe couldn't believe it: "You want to do in vitro fertilization?"
"Do you agree or not?"
Song Chuhe felt unhappy. He was such a living adult, but Murong Rong actually wanted to do IVF. What was the difference between this and accusing him of not being able to do it?
However, thinking of the shares in Murong Rong's hands, she suppressed her anger and was about to nod when she was stopped by Lin Yawei: "Brother Chuhe and I can agree to your conditions, but only if you sign the contract with Huang. That night
, you made Mr. Huang wait all night, and he was very angry."
She looked at Song Chuhe: "Brother Chuhe, with Huang's contract and these 12% shares, your position is as stable as Mount Tai."
"Weiwei, you are still thoughtful." Song Chuhe looked at Murong Rong: "Did you hear what Weiwei said? Huang's contract, including the 12% of the shares in your hand, must not be less, otherwise, you will give up
Just wait to die!"
Murong Rong felt chills all over her body. Every time she thought she had seen through Song Chuhe, he would always reach a new bottom line.
Lin Yawei looked at Murong Rong's pale face and said with a smile: "You can also refuse. However, Murong Rong, I advise you to think about it. It is just a difficulty for us not to have this part of the shares. If you Murong Rong disobey, you will lose everything."
But your daughter's life, you know clearly in your heart what is more important."
Murong Rong finally agreed. Her daughter's sudden serious illness left her no room for struggle.
After dressing up, she was taken to the dusk by Song Chuhe.