Chapter 133

The light made the hospital lobby bright, and some noisy and disorderly footsteps echoed in some empty corridors. The medical staff in white coats pushed the stretcher nervously and rushed to the operating room.

For a moment, the atmosphere was tense.

The man's hand holding the stretcher was a little hard, and his eyes were fixed on the sleeping woman.

The door of the operating room was pushed open. The medical staff stopped the man outside, apologized, and then turned to enter the operating room.

Every minute, every second, time has become so long.

He bit his lip, his palms were sweating, and his eyes were looking at the operation on the screen.

He was wrong. He thought Liang Jia would be sad if she couldn't find her life experience. But it turns out that what matters is not Liang Jia's life experience, but her. It's just her, even if we find her life experience, without her... What the world will be like... He really doesn't know

I don't know how long later, the door of the operating room was finally pushed open.

A group of medical staff chattered for a long time. When Zhou Xingchen was eager to rush up, a young doctor in a white coat came slowly towards him. His face was tired and his eyes were filled with regret. Zhou Xingchen's heart suddenly clapped. Although his face was not as good as his voice, his hand could not help but become a fist.

"Zhou Shao... Sorry, we... Can't keep the baby, but Mrs. Zhou is safe."

She's fine... She's fine.

Zhou Xingchen dropped his eyes and suddenly reacted to what the young doctor said.

Boy, it's gone.

In the end, the child was not saved

There is a thorn in his heart, like straight into his chest, he looks a little tired, pinched the frown, said softly: "I know." There was a long silence.

"We will arrange Mrs. Zhou in our VIP ward, but maybe it will take her half a day to wake up. HMM... I'm afraid this will bring Mrs. Zhou great stimulation. I hope you can calm her down."

See Zhou Xingchen's mood is not very good, the doctor also told a few words, turned to continue to busy the next operation.

The child is gone. Although he is heartbroken, he feels a little calmer when he thinks that he can be reborn in the future. But Liang Jia is gone. He is afraid that he will flatten the hospital as a grave for Jia Er to be buried with, but fortunately... She is still there.

The ward is a little quiet. It's the ward where Liang Jia lived when she was injured last time. The wind blows the white curtains by the window gently, and the smell of disinfectant disappears most of the time.

Zhou Xingchen gently went to Liang Jia's window and looked at her sleeping quietly in the sun. Her heart felt as if she was pricked by a needle. He stretched out his hand and gently pulled away the brown curls scattered around her forehead. He looked at her white and pale face and sighed. His forehead was slightly against her forehead. He looked at her haggard face and touched it with pity.

I'm sorry, Carol.

He never thought that things would come to such a stage that he would think that if Xia qin'er could be set up, he would stay with Xia qin'er. In order to let Xia qin'er trust him and hurt you again and again, I'm sorry, Jia'er.

It's no use even saying too much. How could Liang Jia, who was sleeping in the hospital bed, hear it? His dry mouth gently dropped a kiss on Liang Jia's forehead and pulled up her soft and white hand. His eyes were a little complicated, waiting for her to wake up quietly.

Liang Jia's eyes in the eyelid of the package gently moved, seems to be some effort to open their eyes, and then did not have time to fully open, her hand has been shaking, stroking his belly.

"Child... Child... My baby..."

The little hand was wrapped by the man's big hand. Her body was a little stiff. It seemed that she felt the familiar breath of the man. The man's deep voice exploded in her head: "child... There will be another one in the future."

Her eyes slowly opened, and she looked at the familiar man in front of her. Her pale lips moved reluctantly and asked again, "what did you say?"

The man is a little silent and seems unwilling to say it again.

But Liang Jia suddenly laughed, suddenly half sat up and grabbed Zhou Xingchen's collar with all her strength, holding his blue suit tightly with both hands. Some dumb and sad voice shrieked out: "I asked what you just said!"

"We'll have another child. Jia'er... "Maybe her eyes are too sad. Zhou Xingchen's heart is a little scared. He holds her hand a little hard and hugs her tightly to give her some warmth.But Liang Jia's eyes seem to have no focal length, just dull, obediently let Zhou Xingchen embrace.

If life has a voice.

If life is endless.

If there is a miracle in life.

She suddenly felt that everything in the world was quiet, that all the lights in the world were out in an instant, and that the world was so cold and cruel. Her only support was gone, her belief in living collapsed in an instant, because her life had no voice, no miracle, no endless, her children could not hear her speak, and did not survive miraculously. He turned into a pool of blood and quietly left the world from the inside of her thigh.

Left forever... This lonely, cold and cruel world.

Even before I had time to take a look at this terrible, cannibal world.

She held out her hand and slowly pushed Zhou Xingchen away. It seemed that she had no strength. Looking at the familiar and strange man in front of her, there were some bright eyes in his eyes, she gently held out her hand and pointed to the door of the ward: "the door is there, please go, Mr. Zhou."

Zhou Xingchen's hand is a little stiff, his eyes are staring at her, and Liang Jia's haggard face shows an extremely tired look. His heart is like being cut like a knife. He grabs Liang Jia's hand and wants to say something, but Liang Jia's eyes are a little lost: "sorry, I'm tired, Mr. Zhou, please go back."

With that, she lay down again, covered her head with the white sheet full of the smell of disinfectant in the hospital, and curled up quietly, as if only in this way could she have her little world and support her fragmented life.

Zhou Xingchen sighed and saw that she covered the quilt and curled up. Her heart began to ache again. The big hand that wanted to touch Liang Jia's hair stopped and froze in the air. He gave a long sigh and finally compromised.

Just as he just stood up, a beam of light came into the door of the ward, and someone pushed the door open.