The petite little wife: don't misunderstand the proud president

Hearing his wife asking Lan Xinhui to come back and wake up his son, Wang Cheng pondered: "I thought of this method before, but now I can't find her."

"Why can't you find her?" Chi Fanglian asked anxiously, "Didn't you let someone follow her all the time?"

"It was someone who followed her all the time." Wang Cheng said, "But, that person called not long ago, saying that he had lost track."

"Then what should we do? Now that Zichen is like this... we need to find her as soon as possible!" Chi Fanglian was burning with anxiety: "Where did you send her?"

Wang Cheng felt a little regretful at this time, and replied with a sigh: "America, New York."

"America?!" Chi Fanglian shook her body and exclaimed, "It's so far away!"

Wang Cheng nodded, at this moment he really began to regret sending Lan Xinhui so far away.

Even if Lan Xinhui can be found right away, even if she flies back to Beijing non-stop, it will take at least ten hours. Now that his son Zichen is in such a situation, every minute and every second is so precious!

As the saying goes, "far water can't save near fire." Now that Lan Xinhui's distant water has disappeared without a trace, how can he save his son's near fire that burned his eyebrows?

Chi Fanglian felt dizzy for a while, her feet were weak, and she was about to collapse on the ground, but fortunately Wang Cheng even hugged her.

"Don't worry," Wang Cheng comforted his wife, "I will let someone find her as soon as possible."

Chi Fanglian tried her best to open her eyes, but what she saw was the notice of critical illness that her husband was still holding in his hand, her eyes were blurred by tears: "Even if we can really find her as soon as possible, but come back from such a far place, son Chen he..." Could he wait that long?

Although she couldn't bear to say the following words, Wang Cheng, who had lived with her for decades, could still understand them. He was shocked, and a bad premonition suddenly flashed in his heart. Take a breath, stabilize yourself, and don't let yourself continue to speculate on the bad side.

Looking at his wife who was full of grief and self-blame, he could only try his best to comfort her: "Don't worry, I will let the doctor do my best to rescue her."

"Heart disease needs to be healed by heart medicine," Chi Fanglian said with a sob, "If the doctor really had a solution, he wouldn't be like this..."

Wang Cheng nodded: "Well, let's go and tell him that Lan Xinhui is not dead, maybe it will be useful." Then, he supported his wife and went to the intensive care unit of his son Wang Zichen together.

In the ward with many instruments, Wang Zichen was lying on the hospital bed without a sound, with various instruments connected to his body, his thin appearance and gray complexion looked particularly shocking.

Seeing such a son, Chi Fanglian couldn't help but shed tears: "Zichen, son, it's because of your father and mother's faults that caused you to become like this... woo woo woo..."

Wang Cheng patted his wife's hand lightly, and helped her to sit down beside the hospital bed.

Then, he looked at his son on the hospital bed with an iron hand like him. Seeing his son's appearance at this time, he couldn't help but choke his throat.

He took a deep breath, cleared his throat, and said, "Zichen, Dad, I'm telling you the truth. In fact, Lan Xinhui, she didn't die. The news you saw was all done by me." from……"

Chi Fanglian stopped her tears, and echoed: "Son, it's true, what your father said is true, Lan Xinhui is not dead, really not dead, wake up!"

After finishing speaking, she wiped away her tears, widened her eyes, and quietly observed Wang Zichen's reaction.

Like his wife, Wang Cheng looked at his son on the hospital bed with bated breath.

However, Wang Zichen on the hospital bed was still lying silently and motionless, as if he was ignorant of what they said and didn't listen at all.

Wang Cheng glanced at all kinds of instruments, including those for checking the heartbeat, but did not find any signs of improvement.