Chapter 125

But Shi Cheng wrapped more cloth around Shi Qing's body, only revealing his unconscious face.

Bo Yan only looked at her and said nothing. He stopped Shi Cheng's shoulder and nodded to her, "don't worry, I'll protect you out."

Shi Cheng was dizzy and could not hold on. She forced herself to keep standing and followed Bo Yan's big steps outward. The wooden stairs were crumbling. Bo Yan let Shi Cheng walk in front of her. The flame burned the soles of their feet. Shi Cheng felt that she had lost consciousness.

The furniture in the house was burned in scattered places, with a distorted posture that Shi Cheng had never seen before. From time to time, sparks splashed down. It turned out that the ceiling was crumbling.

Bo Yan put his coat over them and quickly ran out with them.

Two hours later, a news swept the city, pushing down the news of Bo Chuan's marriage.

Bo Yan's family, President of Shuangcheng, accidentally caught fire, and the life and death of his wife and children are unknown.

"What did you just say? Say it again?"

Bo Yan severely kicked over the stool in the hospital office, which made the people present tremble. Mrs. Yang opened her mouth. After all, she didn't speak, giving the Dean a look of self-help.

The president of Shuangcheng hospital is nearly 60 years old this year. He is about to retire. The fortune teller said that he has a barrier this year. He has been defending all kinds of defenses. Unexpectedly, this barrier is waiting for him here.

"The adult's life is saved, but the child is too small and absorbs a lot of smoke. Even if he wakes up, the complications may not be cured!"

Every time the dean said a word, Bo Yan's heart sank a little. In the end, he had fallen to the bottom of the valley. He gradually could not feel its existence. His chest was cold. For the first time, Bo Yan felt that he was about to be frozen.

"So? No help?" Bo Yan looked at him ferociously. "What are you discussing with me now? Are you persuading me to give up this child?"

The Dean stepped back two steps and said, "you are still young and can have many children!"

Bo Yan narrowed his eyes. "What do you mean? I don't understand!"

The Dean sipped and couldn't speak. He had worked for so many years and was still full of guilt every time he did such a thing, but the child was too young and the survival rate was too low, so Bo Yan needed to make an idea whether to make him suffer more pain in the world or just sleep peacefully.

Bo Yan's eyes were scarlet. He came forward and covered the dean's trembling hand. He said with great certainty: "his mother could have gone directly. Just for this child, she almost gave her life here. Now you let me choose to give up him. Isn't that gouging out my heart?"

The Dean raised his head, looked into Bo Yan's dark eyes and said, "I understand, I understand."

Bo Yan nodded, "try your best to save my son. He's dying!"

Mrs. Yang and Bo Xianshan have come to the hospital. Of course, the first eye is to see their son and the second eye is to see their grandson. Bo Xianshan has met Shi Qing. He is a blood and flesh relative. Bo Xianshan looks at the light in the operating room and sighs, "Alas, he is old."

"Uncle Bo!" a hoarse voice behind him called him.

Bo Xianshan looked back and saw Shi Cheng standing behind him pushing the infusion bottle. He frowned, "what are you doing here?"

Shi Cheng looked up and looked at the direction of the operating room. His eyes implied expectation. He looked at Bo Xianshan again and coughed low, "I have something to say to you. Can I take a step?"

"What can't you say in front of me?" Mrs. Yang said discontentedly.

Shi Cheng coughed softly, "aunt, I'll just say a few words. It won't take long."

Bo Xianshan pressed Mrs. Yang and motioned that she didn't have to worry. He went to the corridor with Shi Cheng and said it for about ten minutes. When Shi Cheng came out, he just caught up with Bo Yan to find her.

"How did you get here?"

Bo Yan was really in a mess this night. He finally made time to go to the ward, but found that Shi Cheng was missing.

Shi Cheng only rested for a while, his voice was still very weak, and the exposed parts of his body were pasted with gauze, large and small, so he was not hurt by fire therapy.

"I came to see ah Qing. I want to wait!"

Shi Cheng stubbornly refused to go. When he grew up, his mouth spoke, but his voice was not high.

Bo Yan couldn't help her. He asked the nurse to withdraw the infusion needle from her hand and go back to prick it later.

"The seat is cool, sit on my lap!" Bo Yan patted his thigh.

Shi Cheng glanced awkwardly at Bo Yan's parents. Bo Xianshan looked dignified since he just came out. At this moment, he came back and took Mrs. Yang away.

Bo Yan patted his leg again. Shi Cheng sat down. He avoided the wound on Shi Cheng and hugged him in his arms.

"When will ah Qing come out?" Shi Cheng was worried.

Bo Yan shook his head. The light in the rescue room had been on for two hours and still didn't go out.

Shi Cheng pursed her lips and asked, "are you hurt?"

This sentence is nonsense. Now Bo Yan's forehead is still pasted with gauze!

Bo Yan put his forehead against Shi Cheng's back and said in a muffled voice, "slight injury, no pain."

Finally, Shi Cheng heard Bo Yan say behind him, "I'm sorry!"

Her long eyelashes fanned, her eyes wet, and subconsciously asked, "why apologize?"

"I shouldn't have tricked you into going home."

Shi Cheng was helpless and held Bo Yan's hand. "Bo always didn't tie me with a rope. I went by myself." especially tonight, she indulged herself, but the decision was wrong.

The cause of the fire has not been found out yet, but according to Shi Cheng's memory, it is preliminarily determined that it is man-made. Bo Yan is as heartbroken as a knife. He sent a large number of people to check, and there is no news for a while.

Bo yanfan held Shi Cheng's hand and felt uneasy at the bottom of his heart for some reason. The feeling of uneasiness was so familiar. It was like that on the night he came back from Japan three years ago, he bit his teeth and finally pressed down the feeling of uneasiness.

At five o'clock in the morning, Shi Qing was pushed out of the operating room. The director who operated the knife himself took off the mask and wiped the sweat off his forehead. "The little guy's life is hard. He survived the first level. Next, it's up to him."

Shi Cheng and Bo Yan breathed a sigh of relief at the same time. What the doctor said was not reassuring, but they survived.

In the intensive care unit, Shi chengla gently shook Shi Qing's hand and said with tears: "you will get better."

Bo Yan pulled up Shi Cheng, "he needs to be in a sterile environment. Let's go out!"

Shi Cheng was dragged away by Bo Yan reluctantly, almost turning back step by step.

Shuangcheng hospital has the best medical equipment in the city. It's hard to say. If people can't be saved here, there's no place to save them.