A Long Way to Marriage: Ruan Shao's Replacement New Wife

By the time West Elm got out of the car, the muggy weather had cooled down.

A strong night wind blew over Xi Elm's cheeks, bringing with it a few drops of cold rain, making her more awake.

But the more sober you are, the more painful it is.

Ruan Peichen was sitting in the car, through the car window, Xielm could feel Ruan Peichen's gaze firmly on her.

With a light on his back, West Elm returned to the hospital as if he had fled.

At the door of the operation, Nei Xiuer was still standing, and the nurse was bandaging his wound. The fist that Ruan Peichen hit earlier, Niu Xiuer's lens was broken, and his forehead was scratched, the wound was quite deep.

When Ni Xiuer heard the sound of high heels stepping on the ground, he was taken aback for a moment, and when he looked up and saw that it was West Elm, surprise and a trace of joy flashed in his eyes.

"You're back, I thought you weren't coming back."

"How could I not come back? I have to wait for Xiaowen to come out."

West Elm forced a smile, then sat down beside Ne Xiuer wearily, turned to the nurse and said, "Let me help him with the wound."

The nurse knew that Nixiuer used to be a doctor, and seeing Nixiuer nodding, she handed everything in her hand to Xielm.

"Has Ruan Peichen left? How did he get you back?"

West Elm: "I said I would stay with Xiaowen, so he let me come back."

Ni Xiuer raised his hand and grabbed Xiyu's wrist, pulled it away and said, "Do you think I will believe it? I am ready to call the police for his aggressive appearance just now."

West Elm sneered, pushed Ni Xiuer's hand away, wiped Ni Xiuer's wound with a cotton ball, and said, "If you had called the police, you wouldn't be sitting here so calmly now."

"He won't do anything to me, don't think about it."

Ni Xiuer raised his eyebrows and sighed: "Xiyu, at this time, there is no need to deceive yourself or others, right?"

Xielm's hand paused for a moment, and then he took the alcohol cotton ball and pressed it hard on Ni Xiuer's forehead, Ni Xiuer's brows were wrinkled together in pain.

"Nie Xiyu, are you angry?"

"Yeah, let you talk so much, I know how to deal with my own affairs, so I can do it myself in such a free time!"

Ni Xiuer stopped talking, and quietly let Xielm deal with the wound.

West Elm's expression was calm, but Ni Xiuer could still see sadness from her subtle eyes.

In the distance, Ruan Peichen stood in the corner and looked coldly at the scene in front of the operating room.

He didn't go forward, his face was cold and lonely, like a gloomy sky, behind the clouds was the rolling wind, snow and cold.

After Nie Xiyu put the gauze on Nie Xiuer, the two of them sat in silence for a long time before the lights in the operating room finally went out.

West Elm froze for a moment, then stood up from the bench.

The door of the operating room was pushed open, and the doctor came out. Xielm was so excited that he couldn't even speak, but Nie Xiuer, who was on the other side, calmly asked about Xiaowen's situation.

"Did the operation succeed?"

West Elm's hands were shaking, and she felt as if she was standing on the edge of a cliff.

In case the operation is unsuccessful and Xiao Wen is not rescued... West Elm dare not think about it anymore.

Fortunately, the chief surgeon showed a relieved smile.

"The operation was successful. Although there were several dangerous situations in the middle, the child has a strong will to survive and survived. After a while, he will be sent to the ICU ward. If he survives in the next three days, he can be transferred to the general ward later. gone."