Fu Yuan thought that he was going to slide on the screen when he refused to answer the phone.

Then he turned off the phone, put it back in his pocket, leaned against the wall and closed his eyes slightly.

The light in the corridor shone on his plain face. I don't know if the light is too bright. Fu Tingyuan's face appears a little pale without blood. For a moment, Huarong thought he was hurt.

In a second thought, he should be too worried at the moment.

Ronan is still in the operating room at the beginning, and she has a baby of only four months in her stomach. If the operation fails, it is estimated that she will die two times.

Fu Tingyuan's calm and calm people will inevitably lose their sense of propriety in the face of this situation.

Huarong sighed, and no longer said more, went to one side of the bench and sat down.

At about three o'clock in the morning, the door of the operating room finally opened. Fu Tingyuan opened his eyes and walked past.

Luonan was pushed out from the inside wearing an oxygen mask. Fu Tingyuan stood by and watched her shallow breathing on the oxygen mask. Then he closed his eyes slightly, as if he had some emotion and finally endured to go back.

The attending doctor came to Fu Tingyuan and said, "the wound was treated in a timely manner. The next problem is blood loss and wound infection. Miss Luo is still pregnant and can't use antibiotics. She has to survive with her own resistance. You may have a fever in the next 24 hours, and you can't take antipyretic drugs... "

Before the attending doctor finished speaking, Fu Tingyuan said faintly: "will antibiotics heal faster?"

The attending doctor was stunned for a moment, looked at the man's thin and calm eyes, and explained to him: "pregnant women with antibiotics can't play, which may cause fetal malformations and some congenital problems..."

"I know." Fu Tingyuan interrupted his words again. He frowned slightly and asked again, "how fast can antibiotics work?"

The attending doctor didn't expect that Fu Tingyuan would say so. He looked at Hua Rong standing beside Fu Tingyuan. Seeing that he did not intend to have the child, Huarong couldn't help saying, "I know you are worried now, but people have been rescued. Are you afraid of staying in hospital for a few more days? The child has been four months, if miscarriage at the beginning of the body will have how much damage you have thought? When she wakes up at the beginning of the day and knows that she can't leave her child because of your words, she won't be able to forgive you in her whole life. "

“……” Fu Tingyuan did not speak, but turned his head and closed his eyes.

Only by standing in his angle can we understand what it is like to see Ronan's body cool down in his arms.

In that one hour's journey, no one would know what he was feeling with Ronan in his arms.

Her blood flowed on him, killing him.

Now he just wants Ronan to get better soon and get out of bed immediately. He doesn't care if the children are not children.

Huarong came to see Fu Tingyuan's frown, and said to him, "go and have a look at Chu Chu? If she wakes up, she should want to see you too. "

Fu Tingyuan thought that she did not want to see him very much.

It's just that he really wants to see her.

Inside the ward, Ronan was still wearing an oxygen mask.

The nurse saw him come in and whispered to Fu Tingyuan: "Miss Luo may have a fever. Please remember to feed her water and ring the bell after hanging up."