The cold-hearted president falls in love with the vengeful princess

Mom knelt on the ground with a painful expression on her face. Her hands were covered in blood, her coat was messy, and her hair was disheveled. I squatted down and hugged Mom and whispered... Mom, don't be like this, Dad will be fine, the doctor will save Dad, trust the doctor, look at your hands, they are covered in blood!

She stretched out her hand and looked at her palm. The blood was not yet dry, and it looked shocking and terrible. She wailed in pain: "Yan's father, you must stay alive. Xiaoyan and I are waiting for you." Mom cried out in pain at the door of the operating room. There was only me and mom at the door of the operating room.

Grandma and grandpa passed away early, leaving only me, mom and dad. When grandma was alive, she said: Yanyan, your dad is so anxious to do anything. I'm really afraid that sooner or later, his words really came true. Dad really...

My grandfather passed away not long after I was born, he was in the advanced stage of gastric cancer. I was still in kindergarten at that time. I looked towards the operating room, and those three words were not yet finished. When I thought of the scene of my father being hit and covered in blood, I couldn't stop my tears and burst into tears.

The corridor of the operating room was very quiet. I looked at the watch on my wrist. It was already twelve o'clock and the operation had lasted more than two hours. Dad, please make sure you are okay. If I hadn't fallen asleep in the convenience store and helped Mom buy milk, you wouldn't have had the car accident.

Suddenly, I heard a clanging sound. I looked up and saw that it was raining outside. The raindrops were reflected on the glass windows in the corridor, forming a hazy mist. My mother looked at me and asked hoarsely: "Xiaoyan, what time is it now? Is your father still alive?"

As she spoke, my mother's eyes became red and tears flowed. I wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and said, "It's already twelve o'clock. Yes, Dad will definitely be alive. Mom, can you please stand up first?"

I carefully pulled my mother up with both hands and sat her on the reclining chair. My mother threw herself into my arms and continued to cry bitterly. I couldn't cry anymore. I held back my tears and soothed her shoulders. Her shoulders were shaking violently. I gently stroked her shoulders, trying to calm her down.

I looked towards the door of the operating room with tears in my eyes. Dad, please, you must stay alive. Mom and I are waiting for you at the door of the operating room. Mom cried in my arms. I stroked her back, and slowly her crying stopped.

The corridor was eerily quiet. The sound of rain outside was getting louder and louder. Time passed by little by little, and the door of the operating room had not yet opened. I kept my eyes on the tightly closed door of the operating room.

Finally, my mother broke away from me. She paced back and forth at the door of the operating room, lowering her head. Sometimes she lowered her head, and sometimes she looked at the door of the operating room. I sat on the rest chair and looked at the door of the operating room. What was going on in there? Why couldn't I hear any movement?

Finally, after an unknown number of hours, the door of the operating room was opened, and a male doctor, exhausted, walked out of the door. My mother walked up to him, and the male doctor took off his mask and looked at my mother and said: Madam, your husband has been rescued after five hours of surgery, but he is unconscious now due to excessive blood loss, because his heart has ruptured and he had a major heart surgery. Whether he wakes up or not depends on your husband's own luck.

I pulled the male doctor's arm and said: My father has a broken heart, doctor, what do you mean by that? What do you mean by whether he wakes up or not? It depends on my father's luck. The doctor looked at me with an apologetic expression and said: Miss, your father has lost too much blood. The doctors and nurses inside and I have done our best.

As soon as he finished speaking, the door of the operating room was pushed open again. My mother and I ran forward and saw two nurses and a female doctor pushing my father on the hospital bed out of the operating room. My mother looked at my father, whose eyes were closed and whose heart, nose, and head were wrapped in surgical bandages. My father didn't seem angry at all, and cried bitterly: "Yan's dad, wake up, it's all my fault. If I hadn't asked you to buy that milk, you wouldn't have had the car accident."

A female doctor with long hair looked at my mother and said: Madam, your husband has just finished surgery. We really tried our best. Your husband has lost too much blood. Whether he can wake up really depends on your husband's luck. Now your husband needs to be admitted to the ICU immediately. Any delay will show signs of danger. Please understand.

I dragged my mother's arm and said hoarsely: Mom, let's take Dad to the ICU first. Dad has lost too much blood and we can only leave it to fate! Mom cried even louder as she watched Dad lying on the hospital bed and being pushed away. I couldn't stop my tears and hugged my mother in pain. The whole corridor was filled with the sound of my mother and I crying.

After comforting my mother, my mother and I took the elevator to the ICU room on the third floor. My mother held my hand as I walked into the ICU room. We heard the sounds of various instruments. My mother and I put on the surgical gowns given by the doctor. The doctor led my mother and me into a room. As soon as we entered the room, we saw a huge isolation window.

My father was lying on the hospital bed, surrounded by heavy medical equipment and a ventilator. I covered my mouth and couldn't stop my tears from falling. My mother was lying on the isolation window, looking at my unconscious father in pain. Her shoulders were twitching violently. I quickly hugged my mother.

I touched my mother's tearful cheek and said: "Don't cry, Mom, your eyes are all red and swollen." My mother couldn't say a word, tears just kept falling from her eyes. Oh my God, why did my father suffer so much? I thought of my father's smile every day.

When I looked at my father lying on the ICU bed, my heart ached. The doctor came over and looked at my mother and me and said, "Ma'am, miss, if your husband and your father don't wake up within three days, we will really have to issue a critical illness notice."

My mother and I looked at the doctor in disbelief. The doctor looked at me and said, "Miss, your father's blood type is very special. Our hospital's blood bank cannot find your father's blood type. We have used up all the blood bags in the hospital. I heard from grandma before that your father's blood type is very rare, RH negative blood..."

After hearing this, the mother seemed to be numb. She looked at the long-haired doctor and said, "My husband has panda blood. Doctor, thank you for your hard work. We know. It's all my fault. We sent him to the hospital too late, which delayed the rescue time." After hearing this, the doctor was stunned.

The doctor came to my side and looked at me seriously and said: "Take care of your mother. The director and I have tried our best to save your father. We have performed heart surgery on your father. Panda blood must be prepared in advance. Other blood types can only provide temporary relief. Miss, don't be too sad." I tried to hold back the tears that were about to flow. My voice was like I had lost my soul and I looked at the doctor and said: "I know, doctor, my father's blood type is too special. I know you have also tried your best. I will comfort my mother."

The doctor looked at me and sighed. Then he took out a stack of envelopes from his white coat, stuffed the envelopes into my hands, turned around and walked out of the ICU. I opened the heavy envelopes and there was a stack of money inside. I counted the bills with trembling fingers and there were more than 30,000 yuan.

At the entrance of the ICU, the director wearing glasses looked at Dr. Bai who walked out dejectedly. He walked up to Dr. Bai and asked, "How is it? Did you give the money to the family of the person who had the car accident? Our hospital really can't find the panda blood. We can only use my salary to compensate."

Doctor Bai looked at the serious hospital director and said: It has already been given to her daughter. I feel so sad. Even if all the blood bags in the hospital's blood bank are used up, it may not be able to wake her father up. I really feel that this is the first time I have been so cowardly as a doctor. Director He, I want to cry.

Bai Jiayan is the best surgeon at Ancheng Hospital. She can successfully save patients from death in any major operation. However, there is really no way to save the patient in this car accident because the patient has panda blood, and the hospital blood bank cannot find this blood type for the time being. There is really no way at all.

In the ICU room, I handed the heavy envelope to my mother. She wiped her tears, looked at me and asked: Xiaoyan, what did you give me? Why is it so heavy... My mother's voice had become hoarse because she had been crying for a long time. I opened the envelope and my mother looked at me in panic.

I looked at my mother and said weakly: It was given by the long-haired doctor. Mom, we have to be prepared. Dad might really... Before I finished speaking, tears welled up in my mother's eyes again. I hugged my mother's shoulders and walked to the isolation window.

Looking at my father on the hospital bed, I cried my heart out. Dad, please don't be so cruel and abandon me and mom. Don't you still want to see Xiaoyan have a boyfriend? Dad, you must wake up. Yanyan will graduate from college soon, and I will be able to get a job and find a boyfriend soon.

I couldn't open the door of the ICU, and could only watch my father through the glass window, his life or death uncertain. Was my father really beyond help? Soon, the first night passed, and on the second day, I asked my mother to bring food home to the hospital. I stayed with my father and watched him through the isolation window for a whole day, but he showed no signs of waking up.

At night, my mother hurriedly carried a lunch box into the ICU. She looked at me and asked, "How is it? Is your father awake?" Xiaoyan. I lowered my head, and my mother burst into tears. I hugged my mother, and my mother hugged me and cried bitterly. Dad, are you really so cruel?

I casually ate some food that my mother brought from home, but I couldn't eat it at all. It tasted tasteless. My mother started crying before I even started eating. I felt sleepy, so I took a nap on the rest chair in the ICU. Two days passed in a daze, and it was the third day, which was also the last day.

As usual, my mother went home to sleep at dawn and then came to the hospital at night. She hadn't stepped out of the ICU for three days, so I could only judge whether it was morning or evening by feeling. At ten o'clock in the evening, my mother appeared beside me on time. I took the lunch box from my mother's hand and ate it as quickly as possible.

My mother looked at me, and I looked at my mother and shook my head. My mother seemed to understand something and staggered out of the ICU. I ran out of the ICU with the lunch box and saw my mother kneeling at the elevator entrance and crying bitterly. I covered my tears and cried out loudly. Dad, please wake up. Mom can't hold on any longer.

Mom walked back to the ICU. She no longer had the painful expression she had just had. Her face seemed to have lost its usual smile, but her eyes were still red. I walked over and pulled Mom to sit on the rest chair. Mom looked up at me and said weakly: Yanyan, Mom has thought about it. If your dad really does die, we will depend on each other!

I hugged my mother and she threw herself into my arms. Once again, I couldn't control my crying and I cried loudly. My eyes were blurred and my eyelids were sore. Dad, I don't blame you. I will take good care of mom and make her the happiest person.