Eternal Love Marriage

As soon as the words fell, Bo Moyan on the other end suffocated, and almost ran out of the Bo's villa as if flying.

So much so that he even forgot to hang up the phone.

The sound of running and panting from the earpiece came to Bo Qing's ears, his eyes dimmed and silently cast a complicated and gloomy look at Guo Chen.

Even if it doesn't need to be said clearly, Guo Chen can tell that Bo Qing's mood at this moment is the same as his own.

Even if the person lying in the operating room is not a close relative who is connected with them by blood, but people are emotional animals, and it is inevitable that they will be driven by emotions and depressed.

What's more, Liang Yuxuan is only a five-year-old child...

Liang Meng's crying was sad and heartbreaking, and he really wished that the person lying in it was himself.

Why, why does God always cruelly take away the person she loves the most?
First it was her husband, and now it is her turn Xuanxuan...

Seeing her sobbing until her chest rose and fell, covering her face with her hands, Guo Chen also had red eyes, and two lines of hot tears overflowed involuntarily.

Who would have thought that such a lovely child would suffer from congenital heart disease since childhood?

Just as the three of them had their own concerns and prayed deeply that the tragedy would not happen again, a burst of sporadic and brisk footsteps came from the other end of the corridor.

Bo Moyan's forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat. He was wearing a loose black pajamas and a pair of dark blue pajama pants, with leather shoes on his feet. His clothes seemed a little uncoordinated.

Almost at the same time as he ran to the door of the operating room, the doctor came out again with a critical illness notice.

The moment he saw Bo Moyan, the doctor shrank his pupils, obviously a little surprised.

Immediately afterwards, he immediately handed the critical illness notice in his hand to Liang Meng who had just raised his head.

Wiping away the tears on his face casually, Liang Meng took a closer look, and what caught his eye was——

"Coughing up blood, dizziness" and other words that are recognizable.

Tears welled up again, and she restrained her trembling right hand and signed her name on it.

The doctor took the notice of critical illness with a corner soaked in tears, and couldn't bear to see the facial expressions of the family members, and strode towards the operating room with strides.

Just as he took a step forward, a strong force grabbed his arm.

Bo Moyan's eyes were scarlet, and he roared almost hoarsely: "How likely is it to be saved?!"

However, he was questioned and accused by the doctor:
"Although there is a natural closure rate of 15.00% for atrial defect within the age of four, the earlier the operation is performed, the greater the possibility of successful repair. Why not bring the child over for the operation earlier?"

Hearing this, Bo Moyan slowly let go of the right hand that was pulling the doctor's sleeve, and knelt down on the cold ground with eyes downcast and powerless.

Seeing this, the doctor added with some embarrassment:
"We will never give up on any patient, please wait patiently!"

Bo Mo Shengping, who used to be handsome, cold, powerful and powerful, felt for the first time what it meant to "resign himself to fate".

No matter how rich and powerful he is, in the face of disease, people will always be vulnerable...

As if a boulder was pressing on his heart, he could only watch helplessly as the door of the operating room was closed tightly again.

Having not seen each other for a few days, Liang Meng felt that Bo Moyan tonight looked rather embarrassed and haggard, not as graceful and untouchable as before.

And the most ridiculous thing is that this real Bo Moyan was bought by Xuanxuan with his illness.

I don't know when, sporadic rain began to fall outside the window, accompanied by the cool evening wind, depressed and pitiful.

The atmosphere was so quiet that everyone could even hear his own breathing. The smell of disinfectant mixed with the fragrance of the rainy night soil permeated the air, but nothing could change the feeling of sore nose.

During the period, Liang Mengmeng tried to persuade Bo Moyan, who was kneeling on the ground, to stand up, but was forced back by the latter's eyes as if he had lost hope for the whole world.

Bo Moyan clenched his hands into fists, put them on his knees on both sides, and lowered his head, as if he was silently confessing something.

Guo Chen stared at the closed door of the operating room, tears flickering in his eyes.

Bo Qing stood by the window, stretched out her right hand to close the window tightly to prevent the cool wind from blowing in, overlooking the rainy scene outside, her sexy thin lips were deeply pursed into a straight line.

Liang Meng's eyes were already swollen from crying unconsciously, and his eye sockets became red. He let Guo Chen pat him on the back without saying a word.

After an unknown amount of time, the doctor came out again and handed the third critical illness notice to Liang Meng.

When you see what is written above——

When she was "losing consciousness, unconscious, and weak heartbeat", her tense heartstrings finally collapsed completely, and tears "slapped" on the critical illness notice, gradually converging into one. pond.

The doctor waited for a moment, his face full of anxiety.

Seeing this, Bo Moyan finally stood up, his legs were already numb due to sitting on the ground for a long time, but he still walked over tremblingly, as if he wanted to sign the critical illness notice.

As if aware of his intentions, Liang Meng sniffed, and quickly signed his name on the paper.

The right hand that Bo Moyan had just stretched out froze slightly, and then he took it back with a dejected and frustrated face.

A self-deprecating wry smile flickered across the corner of his lips.

The door of the operating room closed again under the eyes of everyone, and the raindrops outside the window tended to increase gradually, hitting the eaves and window edges "crackling", disturbing everyone's hearts.

After another half an hour, the lights in the operating room finally went out, and the chief surgeon came out with a heavy complexion, and said sadly:
"Sorry, we did our best."

As soon as the words fell, Liang Meng began to cry in grief. The cry resounded throughout the corridor, cooling everyone's hearts in an instant.

Guo Chen supported her and walked towards the operating room step by step. The soles of their feet seemed to be heavy with lead.

Bo Moyan's eyes were dull and out of focus, and he staggered towards the operating room like a walking corpse.

Bo Qing followed closely behind, his handsome brows were furrowed, his face was full of pain and mourning, and he looked at Guo Chen whose nose was red from crying with some helplessness.

How much he wanted to appease her emotions, and he desperately longed for her to be able to smile every day, not like this now.

Everyone stepped into the door of the operating room together, Liang Meng rushed forward almost without hesitation, caressed Xuanxuan's small face that had been covered with a white cloth with trembling hands, and kept calling his name and "sorry".

It would be great if she could have a stable job, raise a small amount of money earlier and bring him to the hospital for surgery.

Unfortunately, there are no ifs in this world.

While everyone was staring at Liang Yuxuan, with a muffled "plop", Bo Moyan knelt down straight in the direction of Liang Meng's mother and son.