After the female emperor of the Feng clan transmigrated into a wealthy young mistress, the president

Qi Shiyuan held the child in his arms, sitting blankly beside the bed.

He didn't know how long he sat there until the nurse came over and called him. Then he raised his head and looked at the other person with dull eyes.

"what happened?"

Even the nurses who were used to seeing life and death still felt sorry for him. After a long pause, he replied.

"Master, there are people waiting for you outside."

"Outside? Is there someone waiting for me?"

Qi Shiyuan looked at the nurse uncertainly, then looked at the bed that was covered with a white cloth.

He looked outside the door again.

Only then did he hold the child, struggle to get up, and stumble out.

As soon as he came out, he ran into Qi Jianfeng and his wife who were hurrying over.

"A Yuan, where is Feng Xiren? How is she?"

Wu Xuetong asked anxiously.

This time, they no longer had any hope.

And looking at Qi Shiyuan's distraught look, they were afraid that what they were worried about had already happened.

Qi Shiyuan seemed to glance at them, but seemed to see nothing.

"Qi Fengshi!"

"what?"

Wu Xuetong was a little confused by Qi Shiyuan's irrelevant answer and had no idea what he meant.

"The child's name is Qi Fengshi. Xier said to call him Qi Fengshi."

When talking about Xi'er, a smile appeared on Qi Shiyuan's face, as if what he saw in front of him was not his uncle, aunt and son, but Feng Xi.

"Qi Fengshi? How do I write it?"

Qi Jianfeng didn't dwell on Feng Xi's topic, but asked subconsciously.

According to their previous agreement, the child will be raised by the couple in the future.

But Qi Shiyuan's mental state didn't look very good. If I didn't ask quickly, I didn't know if there would be another chance.

"Xi'er said to call him Qi Fengshi, Feng as in phoenix, and Shi as in immortality."

At that moment, when Feng Xi said this name, he understood what she meant.

"Qi Fengshi, okay. We'll remember this. Give the child to us, and you can go and have a rest."

As Wu Xuetong spoke, she reached out her hand, wanting to take the child away with concern.

Qi Shiyuan glanced at them and handed the child to them.

"Please, I need to go find Feng Xi."

After saying that, he walked past them as if nothing had happened.

But after walking only ten meters, the man who was originally standing upright suddenly fell to his knees with a "thump".

"Ash!"

The old man who had been standing by without saying anything shouted and ran over with his cane.

When he arrived, Qi Shiyuan had already fallen sideways to the ground.

I saw him struggling with one hand covering his chest and the other hand grabbing the floor beneath him.

"Ash, what's wrong with you? Doctor!"

The old man knelt down beside him and asked anxiously.

"I……"

Before Qi Shiyuan could finish his words, a mouthful of blood spurted out. Then, a steady stream of blood gushed out of his mouth.

The old man wiped the blood off him with his hand while speaking.

"Ash, don't worry, the doctor will be here soon."

"Grandpa, I'm sorry, I have to go first."

After struggling to finish a sentence, Qi Shiyuan vomited blood again.

"what happened?"

When the doctor came, Qi Shiyuan was already dying.

He tried to focus his eyes and said the last words to the old man.

"Grandpa, I'm going to look for Feng Xi. I'm sorry!"

After saying this, he lowered his hand that was covering his chest.

"Not good, quickly prepare the operating room."

The doctor was talking to the people around him while performing emergency rescue.

After a while, Qi Shiyuan was pushed in.

Qi Jianfeng and his wife and the old man followed closely until the operating room door was completely closed.

At this time, Qi Jianfeng finally found the time to ask a question.

"Dad, what happened to A Yuan?"

"have no idea!"

Old man Qi Shurong spoke with difficulty, his whole body shaking violently.

"Dad, come sit over there for a while."

As Qi Jianfeng spoke, he helped the old man walk to the chair nearby.

He saw Qi Shiyuan's situation just now, and he was also very scared. He was afraid that such a vibrant life might be gone just like that.

But the only people outside the operating room, besides himself, were his wife holding the baby, and his grandfather who was already in his seventies.

At this time, he cannot panic. No matter how scared he is, he must remain calm. If he panics, the old and the young will be even more at a loss as to what to do.

"Wow!"

As the father and son were talking, Wu Xuetong started crying with the child in her arms.

The newborn baby seemed to sense something and started crying loudly.

Wu Xuetong held him, rocked him, and coaxed him carefully, but it was of no use.

"Jianfeng, what do you think happened to this child? Is he hungry?"

"I don't know. Why don't you ask the nurse?"

How could a grown man like him know about taking care of children?

"Oh, too!"

Wu Xuetong took the child to the nurse's station and asked about the situation.

Then the nurse said she wanted to take a look and took the child away.

Originally, a newborn baby should stay in the nursery first. Moreover, Qi Fengshi was still a premature baby.

It was just that the situation was too special, so Qi Shiyuan carried the baby out.

After going back and forth, the child was not put back.

"Ma'am, don't worry, we will take good care of the child. You can go about your business first."

This is the only child of the Qi family's great-grandchildren, how could they not be attentive to him? Unless they don't want to live anymore.

"OK, thanks!"

Wu Xuetong said.

As early as when Qi Shiyuan and his wife asked them to raise the child, she was mentally prepared.

But after all, she hadn't taken care of a child for many years, and when she held the child in her arms again, she still felt quite unfamiliar.

Now that she had the help of the nurses, she felt a little more at ease.

But Qi Shiyuan and his wife...

After handing the child to the nurse, Wu Xuetong returned to the operating room and waited with her family members for Qi Shiyuan in the operating room, waiting for new news from the medical staff.

Five minutes, ten minutes, thirty minutes...

Two hours later

The door of the operating room was opened and the doctors walked out tiredly.

"Doctor, how's it going?"

The leading doctor took off his mask and shook his head.

"Chairman, we tried our best."

"People..., gone?"

Qi Jianfeng looked behind the doctor, then frowned at the exhausted doctor in front of him.

“We used every avenue we could.”

At this point, the doctor shook his head.

Then he said, "My condolences!"

"Ash, Xiao Feng...!"

The old man shouted, but before he could finish his words, his eyes rolled back and he fell backwards.

"dad!"

Fortunately, Qi Jianfeng was right beside them. He quickly caught the old man who was about to touch the ground, and helped him walk to the ward on the side.

At the corner not far behind them, Qi Ran watched everything that happened here. He curled one corner of his mouth and revealed a sneer.

"You have also had this day."

As he said this, dressed in all black, he looked exactly like a fierce ghost from the underworld.