The son is also bringing the creditor to the door today

There was a faint premonition in Chi Mo's heart. When he opened the webpage, the familiar figure confirmed Chi Mo's guess.

Putting down his phone, Chi Mo took off his glasses and squeezed the space between his brows.

"Brother, we're here." Xiaobei looked at Chi Mo with a smile: "Go back and rest, I think you didn't sleep well last night."

"Don't go yet." Chi Mo pursed his lips, with a bit of uneasiness in his expression: "I'll go up and have a look."

"What's wrong?" Xiaobei looked blank, he had been driving and didn't have time to look at his phone.

"It's nothing." Chi Mo took a deep breath: "Wait for me for a while."

Xiao Bei watched Chi Mo get out of the car and go upstairs in a daze, scratched his hair, and turned on his phone. He was about to continue dealing with the memorial service, but was taken aback by the news that popped up.

Chi Mo got into the elevator, took a few deep breaths, and stabilized his mind. Doctor Wen said that all kinds of bad emotions of pregnant women before delivery not only directly affect the state and health of pregnant women, but may also endanger the unborn baby.

Maybe at the beginning, I shouldn't invest in any feelings.

However, they get along day and night, and their husbands and wives love each other for a day, and they resist in their hearts, but they can't stop him from dancing on the tip of his heart.

Stirring step by step, the heartstrings that were originally calm as water were messed up by the warm breath in the ear.

The tragedies in Nirvana Club are happening every day. Since the loyalty is because the weight of betrayal is too low, and the loyalty is because the temptation is not enough. Why do you have to do the fake show every night? It's comprehensive and gentle.

It's not the end, all turned into fly ash.

The elevator stopped, Chi Mo glanced at the floor in a daze, and took a step, the key that had been poked out was pinched again by Chi Mo in the palm of his hand.

Why embarrass him.

Chi Mo knocked on the door, and stood straight outside the door, like a statue, numbly waiting for the door to open.

"Who is it?" There was a bit of laziness in the voice of the woman in the room.

Chi Mo didn't make a sound, but tried to raise his hand, and knocked three times with his stiff knuckles. At eight o'clock, he came earlier.

A woman opened the door with sleepy eyes. She was wearing an ill-fitting loose shirt and her hair was messed up like a bird's nest. The woman yawned, brushed her hair a few times, and tried to open her eyes to look at Chi Mo: "Who are you?"

Chi Mo stretched out the fist holding the key tightly in front of the woman, and the woman subconsciously reached out to pick it up.

Three keys slipped into the woman's hand with blood, one was the door of the house, the other was the study room, and the last one was the bedroom he allocated to himself.

It's all gone.

The woman stared blankly at the bloody key, unable to react for a while.

Chi Mo turned around and left. At this point in his fate, he had everything he should have, and that was enough.

"Ah, ah, ah?" The woman picked up the key to look carefully, and behind her was a familiar man's voice: "Who was it just now?"

"I don't know." The woman turned around in a daze and looked at Zhen Jidao, who was limping over, and showed the key in her hand: "Is there something wrong with this fan? How did you give the key, and you even squeezed blood."

Zhen Jidao looked at the familiar key, his expression gradually froze.

The phone rang, and Zhen Jidao picked up the phone numbly, and the voice on the other side was so anxious that he was about to get angry: "Brother Zhen, what's going on, please read the news, headlines! You and Sister Yun!"

Chi Mo got into the car, Xiaobei turned around in a hurry, with a concerned expression on his face: "Brother, are you okay?"

"It's okay." Chi Mo's face was expressionless, and the blood between his fingers slowly flowed down.

"Senior brother, your hands!" Xiaobei hurriedly pulled out a few tissues and handed them to Chi Mo.

"Let's drive first." Chi Mo took the tissue lightly, as if he didn't feel the slightest pain: "I can go home now."

After returning home, there is no need to depend on others, and there is no need to think about him everywhere. Be careful every day, for fear of causing him a little displeasure, go back to your own home, and do what you want.

"Go to my house to treat the injury first!" Xiaobei started the car without any explanation, left the community, and quickly drove into the traffic flow.

＊One month later＊

Chi Mo adjusted his tie in front of the mirror, and the silver-gray tie clip reflected the warm light.The slim black suit set off the slender figure, and the gold-rimmed glasses were worn on the bridge of the nose, which was completely different from the previous home appearance.

If she was a gentle and virtuous wife before, she now looks like an elite, gentle and refined.

Raising his hand to glance at the time, Chi Mo stepped into the venue, the filial cloth on his left arm was very conspicuous.

"Brother, you're here." Xiaobei quickly moved over after seeing Chi Mo, just like Chi Mo, wearing a black suit and a filial cloth on his left arm.

"How are you feeling recently? Do you still have morning sickness?" Xiao Bei stood beside Chi Mo, seeing no one around, and asked in a low voice.

"It's better." Chi Mo looked around the venue, there were not many media.

"Your seat is there." Xiaobei pointed in one direction: "This is a collective memorial ceremony held by the school. Keep everything simple. Pay attention to your body and don't force it."

Chi Mo nodded and walked to his seat.Chi Mo came early, and the venue was still being set up. Chi Mo turned on his mobile phone and showed the live broadcast of the Z City Charity Gala. Reporters from all sides flocked to the charity gala. There were many celebrities and business people who participated in the charity gala, "L/ "Small Guns" shot a burst of brightly dressed celebrities, elegantly dressed upper class people smiled and waved to the camera, a brooch on the clothes may be more expensive than the entire auction.

The method that the president came up with was very effective, and a star-studded charity gala attracted the attention of most media.

"Look, politics, religion, news, sports, education, and business are all willing to become vassals of entertainment. In this era when entertainment is dying, this generation is considered ruined." An old professor on Chi Mo's left looked at Chi Mo's phone I am amazed.

Chi Mo nodded politely to the old professor, did not speak, put away his phone and turned it off, waiting for the memorial service to start.

There was not a single body at the memorial service, and those who came to express their condolences were all academic figures and many students.

Chi Mo stared at Professor Lan's portrait with sorrowful eyes. The memorial service began, and the mourning music sounded. The old principal personally organized the memorial service.

"All stand in silence to pay tribute to the portraits of Professor Lan Yiyuan, Sun Qingjun, Hu Xiangming, Lei Jiajia, Zhu Rong, Xue Shunpeng, and Yu Xuanhuai, and mourn in silence."

Chi Mo got up and bowed his head, closing his eyes, for fear of tears flowing out.

"Bring a wreath."

Sorrow and music exaggerated the desolate atmosphere. Many students and parents sobbed in low voices. Chi Mo's eyes were lowered, and his eyes fell on his still flat belly.

Teacher, I have a child, I have a family, and I will no longer worry about loneliness. I want to be a qualified father and teach my children carefully.

"I invite the president of Jingxi University to deliver a eulogy."

"Distinguished guests, relatives and friends of the deceased: Today we mourn our good professor and student with grief. Professor Lan Yiyuanlan, who has been in the school for nearly forty years, has a family full of peaches and plums..."

Chi Mo and Xiao Bei looked at each other, and many people's eyes focused on Chi Mo, Professor Lan's favorite student, a gentle and elegant student.

He has made great achievements in academics and achieved remarkable results.Not long ago, because of a car accident, I didn’t go to the North Pole with my teacher, and I escaped to my death. It’s a living example of blessing and misfortune.

"...Finally, I hope that our efforts can bring people comfort, prosperity, faith, and a pair of philosophical eyes. May the dead rest in peace, the sad get hope, and finally return to the pursuit of freedom. Come on the road..."

Chi Mo silently stared at a row of black and white portraits, including old scholars, young girls, and vigorous boys, all smiling brightly, as if there really was a beautiful tomorrow waiting for them.

Staring at the old man's white teeth exposed in the portrait, Chi Mo was in a trance. He would never see this childish old man again, no one would give advice on his research, and no one would care about his life so much.

There will be nothing anymore, just like my own parents, I will never come back again.

"Brother?" Xiaobei stood beside Chi Mo at some point, watching Chi Mo with concern: "Are you all right?"

"It's okay, you still have to speak on behalf of me, go get ready." Chi Mo closed his eyes.

"The memorial service is over." Xiaobei looked at Chi Mo with a look of sadness, "Brother, my condolences."

Chi Mo took a deep breath, his head was dizzy: "I'm not in good condition, give me a ride."

Xiao Bei carefully supported Chi Mo, and was stopped when he left the venue.

"Professor?" The man strode forward, dressed in a smoky gray suit, handsome and elegant, with a worried look on his tough features.

"Yan Cheng?" Chi Mo looked up at Yan Cheng, and suddenly remembered that his medal of honor was still at Zhen Jidao's house, and he hadn't brought it out.

"You look very bad." Yan Cheng supported Chi Mo vigorously.

Xiao Bei looked at Yan Cheng, and couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth: "Who are you?"

"I'm a student taught by Professor Chi, Yan Cheng." Yan Cheng looked at Xiao Bei openly: "You are Professor Chi's junior, right? I saw you speak at the memorial service just now."

"Senior brother is not feeling well, I want to send senior brother home." Xiaobei tried to smile: "I can do it by myself. If you have something to do, you can go to it first."

"Is there anything like Professor Chi?" Yan Cheng glanced at Xiao Bei without hesitation, and the emotion in his eyes was clearly intense.

"Today, Wednesday, you shouldn't have a holiday." Chi Mo looked up at Yan Cheng: "Did you ask for a special day off?"

"No." Yan Cheng looked at Chi Mo without a trace of concealment: "I resigned."

"What?" Chi Mo frowned.

"I registered a security service company," Yan Cheng looked straight ahead, without a trace of regret: "□□ Patrolling, guarding, escorting, escorting, security inspection and security technology prevention, security risk assessment."

"Why?" Chi Mo looked at Yan Cheng in disbelief: "You are a policeman who has won the Medal of Honor!"

"Because I want to be what you like." Yan Cheng didn't change his face: "I want to give you everything you want, whether it's expensive luxury goods or others."

"You..." Chi Mo's chest heaved, his eyes were red, and he was obviously very angry: "Are you crazy?"

"???" Xiaobei looked at the two of them blankly, why didn't I know when the elder brother who used Dabao for skin care liked luxury goods?

"Also, Zhen Jidao contacted me." Yan Cheng looked at Chi Mo seriously: "I'm really happy that you can leave him."

Chi Mo was slightly dazed when he heard Zhen Jidao's name, Yan Cheng continued: "His scandal has been suppressed, but I will not forget it, and I have collected a lot of audio-visual materials. If you miss him someday, I can put Send this information to you again."

"So that senior brother can give up completely?" Xiaobei was startled, and this person was also very cruel.

"I've always been honest. Say what you have." Yan Cheng supported Chi Mo: "I won't hide anything from you, and I won't allow anyone to hurt you."

Chi Mo pursed his lips, as if he had made up his mind, and turned his head to look at Yan Cheng seriously: "Since you are so honest, then I will also tell you that I am pregnant, and you and I are impossible."

"Are you pregnant?" Yan Cheng looked at Chi Mo's lower abdomen in surprise: "Is it his?"

"It's mine." Chi Mo said with a firm expression, "This child will be surnamed Chi, and he has only one father, me."

"Child..." Yan Cheng's eyes deepened a little: "Don't worry, I won't tell him, and I won't allow him to pester you because of the child."

"It's so thoughtful." Xiaobei muttered in a low voice.

"Mr. Yan, please stay away from my life." Chi Mo made up his mind and looked directly at Yan Cheng: "I will soon have my own family, my family, and I don't want my children to be troubled by your existence. If you really like me, then please work hard, find someone who loves you to marry, and stop wasting time on me."

"Professor Chi, you said it." Yan Cheng said with burning eyes, "There is nothing that cannot be achieved through hard work. The same is true for learning and other things."

"The me now may not make you like me, but I will work hard until I become what you love." Yan Cheng let go of Chi Mo, groped around his neck, and picked out a silver necklace. On the top is a delicate tail ring.

"I will always work hard and let you see that if one day you think I can be your guardian, you can wear it." Yan Cheng took off the tail ring and put it firmly in Chi Mo's hand, Chi Mo's palm Originally, he still had the injury of pinching the key, but after being pressed, it hurt so much that Chi Mo frowned.

"It is set according to your size, and you can only order one in a lifetime. I have no choice, but I want to give you the right to choose."

Yan Cheng took a deep look at Chi Mo, just like before, only increasing but not decreasing.

Xiaobei looked at the back of Yan Cheng leaving, and sighed softly: "The pressure is huge."

"What?" Chi Mo didn't hear Xiaobei's words clearly.

"I said you should have a good pregnancy." Xiaobei pouted: "The air on the mountain is good, you should go and live there early, otherwise our money would be cheap, Wen Qitian."

Chi Mo touched his lower abdomen, Benli's worried expression softened, and he nodded gently.

When Xiaobei sent Chi Mo to Tianqi Hospital, the trunk was full of books, and the nurses helped Chi Mo move the books and daily necessities, and they were extremely active.

Wen Qitian put his hands in his pockets, and said to Chi Mo plaintively: "If the contract wasn't with me, I would really think that their boss is you, and no one works so hard for me, and you smile like a flower, really .”

Chi Mo glanced at Wen Qitian, and raised the corner of his mouth: "You are the most professional here in obstetrics and obstetrics. My child and I, please."

"Well, I feel comfortable with what I said." Wen Qitian shook his white coat: "Professor Chi, don't worry, I'm a professional, just do what I say to ensure the safety of your mother and child."

Xiaobei was holding the book up and down, not paying attention to the bottom of his feet, he was unsteady, and fell down with the book. The nurses next to him hurriedly helped Xiaobei up, only to see a cut on Xiaobei's forehead that was slipped by the book , A few drops of bright red blood dripped out.

"Senior brother, senior brother, I'm hurt!" Xiaobei didn't care about the books scattered all over the floor, and ran to Chi Mo's side in aggrieved way, pointing to his forehead with tears in his eyes.

"Yo, holding a book can open your eyes." Wen Qitian said ruthlessly.

"I'm going to get the medicine box, little brother, wait." The little nurse left in a hurry, Wen Qitian watched his nurse "betray", and rolled his eyes helplessly.

"Does it hurt?" Chi Mo carefully looked at Xiaobei's wound, and the concern in his eyes made Xiaobei unable to help being happy.

"Brother blow it to me and it won't hurt." Xiaobei looked at Chi Mo coquettishly.

Chi Mo smiled helplessly, and lowered his head to blow Xiaobei's wound seriously.

The little nurse trotted over carrying the medicine kit, dipped a cotton swab in alcohol, and disinfected Xiao Bei.

Chi Mo and Wen Qitian watched as the white cotton swab gently wiped Xiaobei's wound, the blood was wiped away, and there was only a thin wound on his forehead.

"Huh?" The little nurse was a little surprised.

"Look, it still hurts. If the one here will recover later." Wen Qitian shook his head helplessly: "The young people nowadays are really delicate and tender, and they can't bear a little pain."

"It was obviously very painful just now." Xiaobei touched his forehead, a little puzzled.

"Could it be that your senior brother gave you a breath of fairy air?" Wen Qitian couldn't help rolling his eyes: "A clingy senior brother like you will drag your senior brother down sooner or later."

"It's fine if I don't drag Xiaobei down." Chi Mo stopped the two of them talking, and pointed to the car: "The things are almost moved, let's go up and tidy up the room."

The one-stop service of Qitian Hospital can be arranged from the beginning of pregnancy to the end of confinement. Pregnant women and their families can live in the community behind the hospital. The environment is very good, the air is fresh, and there is no car exhaust and construction dust to poison pregnant women and babies.

Chi Mo planned to live in the community for eight months, and then go home with the child in his arms. After staying here for a long time, he actually resisted the city environment a little, and wanted to stay here even more.

Wen Qitian would come here five or six times a month to check on the situation of one big one and one small one. Chi Mo became more and more uneasy as he went to the back, because Wen Qitian, who was originally poor-mouthed, turned serious, and even started to manage Chi Mo's diet, eating less and more The food was so bland that Chi Mo thought he had lost his sense of taste.

But if Wen Qitian is asked if there is any problem, this person always laughs, humorously avoids Chi Mo's question, and tells Chi Mo intuitively that there must be something wrong.

***

"Ancestor, have a taste. If you are hungry, my dowry will be gone." The female editor held the bowl, looked at Zhen Jidao's expressionless and haggard face, and her face was full of pain: "I really want to eat it." I want to take an AK, go through it and kill myself suddenly, what kind of shit idea is this!"

"Why don't you die? Your little friend can't come, and I can't leave. I waited too late. I borrowed your guest room to sleep, and I haven't brought my pajamas yet! Why am I so terrible, and I still want you The shirt I don’t wear is used as pajamas, what a mess!” The female editor grabbed her hair with one hand and almost collapsed: “The paparazzi is really enough, can’t you check the relationship between me and you first? Everything is messed up. Write, why are you secretly meeting a beautiful woman! My old lady really wants to beat him to death!"

"Ancestor, I beg you, okay?" The female editor was about to cry with a bowl in her hand: "You don't eat or drink, your injury is still not healed, if you die, the editor-in-chief will definitely kill me! I have an old mother on the top and a fat orange on the bottom, so you can take pity on me, okay?"

"I don't want to eat." Zhen Ji's voice was never so weak in the female editor's memory: "I want to wait for Xiao Mo to come back, and I want to eat what he made."

"Ancestor, I'm so angry that I ran away. Why are you competing with me here? Why don't you hurry up and look for it?" The female editor played her professionalism and fooled Zhen Ji: "If I don't know what to do, I will wait for you to go." Explain, you are not moving, are you waiting for the truth to come out? Even if the truth comes out, how long will it take? Your little friend is so cute, what should you do if someone robs you during this time?"

Zhen Jidao looked at the female editor, her eyes moved, as if she was thinking about something.

The female editor saw that it was effective, and continued to work harder: "Aren't you worried that people don't like you? Look, this jealousy is bloody, sour, doesn't it mean that you really like you? Then you still Waiting for someone to come here crookedly, as an attacker, you have to take the initiative to attack! Shou is very shy!"

Zhen Jidao bit her dry lips, looked at her leg that was still in a plaster cast: "Xiao Mo cares so much about me, every time he feeds me soup, he blows it several times, he definitely can't bear to see me like this."

"Sister Yun." Zhen Jidao looked at the female editor blankly: "Help me post Weibo again, Xiao Mo will definitely feel sorry for me, come and scold me, and then take me to the hospital."

"My ancestor." The female editor was about to cry: "Is your IQ degraded? Why do you look like a child? Your little friend hasn't been here for almost a month. You still play tricks, be careful of others I really don't want you anymore."

"No." Zhen Jidao lowered her head, her eyelashes trembling violently.

"Ancestor, be sober. In the eyes of your little friend, the current situation is that you are stepping on two boats, and you are not careful. Once he leaves, you will bring women into the house to mess around. If I am your little friend, don't you?" On the premise of knowing the real situation, I must be disgusted and don't want to enter this door again, and I am even more disheartened with you. I don't feel anything for you at all."

Zhen Jidao stopped talking, her breathing was a little short.

"So, the top priority is to eat, heal your legs, and then go to your little friend with a wedding ring in good spirits. Explain clearly. If you don't understand clearly, you can take it with me. I don't want to beg him anymore. Anyway, I just want it." Cleared up the misunderstanding, do you understand?" The female editor said earnestly: "If you continue to be disabled, how can you kneel on one knee, how can you catch up with your little friend?"

Zhen Jidao seemed to have imagined the scene of the marriage proposal, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly: "Okay, let's go and treat the leg, and it will definitely be cured."

The female editor let out a sigh of relief, wiped the sweat off her forehead, and handed over the bowl: "Here, eat some first."

Zhen Jidao took the bowl, drank the porridge in one gulp, put down the bowl and still frowned: "It's much worse than Xiao Mo's."

The female editor kept smiling: "As long as your ancestors are happy."

"Post a Weibo before going to the hospital." Zhen Jidao stood up hard, as if comforting himself, said: "Xiao Mo forgave me last time, and he will definitely do it this time."

The female editor shook her hand while holding the phone, and her heart grew colder. How could this be the last time?

The female editor gave Zhen Jidao a sympathetic look, sighed and posted on Weibo.

Zhen Jidao's recent Weibo content is so miserable that it makes fans scream. Those who hear it are sad, and those who see it cry.It's a pity that since Chi Mo entered Qitian Hospital, the use of mobile phones has been strictly controlled. Let alone reading Weibo, it is not easy to finish serious business.

Time passed quickly, with the fetal movement at four months and stomach kicks at six months, Chi Mo felt the joy of the imminent birth of a new life, but the closer the delivery was, the lighter the little guy's movements became.

Chi Mo tried to listen to the fetal heartbeat by himself, but he didn't know if it was because he was not skilled enough or not professional enough, but he could only hear a few faint beats every now and then. Coupled with Wen Qitian's abnormality, Chi Mo felt even more uneasy.

After confirming the expected date of delivery, Chi Mo notified Xiao Bei, and Xiao Bei came to see Chi Mo the next day with his things. When the little guy was pregnant for three or four months, Xiao Bei came very diligently, but later, he was not satisfied. Dare to come again.

"Brother, don't worry, there is no follower today." Xiaobei put down the nutritional supplements, took off his mask and hat, feeling terrified: "This Zhen Jidao is also very good, as soon as his legs are healed, he can't stop jumping, just because of the people in the community. Surveillance captured my license plate number, he stalked me for almost six or seven months, and got detectives to follow me, that's enough."

"Isn't your identity revealed?" Chi Mo calmly took a sip of water.

"My anti-reconnaissance ability is not a joke." Xiaobei smiled triumphantly, and sat beside Chi Mo's bed: "Besides, there is that Yancheng man protecting me, so it is not easy to be caught."

Chi Mo sighed, took out two boxes and handed them to Xiao Bei: "If you ever see Yan Cheng, give him the things."

Xiaobei opened the box curiously, and couldn't help calling out: "Brother, Patek Philippe calatr□□a series men's watch, this should be [-] to [-]?"

Xiaobei opened another box: "Van Cleef & Arpels cufflinks, [-] to [-] a pair."

Xiaobei shared the two boxes, with a tangled expression on his face: "Do security companies make such money?"

"His career has only just started." Chi Mo frowned: "It's not worth it to buy these things without food and clothing. You shouldn't spend money on these places, it's too disgraceful."

"But people think you like it." Xiaobei sighed helplessly: "By the way, what kind of misunderstanding is this?"

"The main problem now is not this." Chi Mo stroked his stomach rather melancholy: "Wen Qitian has something to hide from me, the baby's fetal heart rate is too weak, I'm worried..."

"Senior brother, don't think about it, worrying too much is a big taboo for pregnant women!" Xiao Bei said with a serious face, "After I saw the message you sent me, I went to the temple to pray for your safety."

As soon as Chi Mo's words of accusation came to his lips, he swallowed them forcefully. He didn't care about life and death, and he didn't ask for gods and Buddhas or immortals.Xiaobei is also in a hurry to go to the doctor, he is too worried, and the people who care about him are not in a mess?

Chi Mo didn't speak, Xiaobei also comforted Chi Mo: "Didn't Einstein say that the end of science is theology. It's no big deal to ask for peace."

"I understand." Chi Mo looked at Xiaobei: "Science can't solve the problem of people's spiritual crisis, but don't go to the doctor indiscriminately if you are sick. Being discovered by good people will affect your reputation."

"Got it." Xiaobei scratched his head: "If you don't get into difficulties, don't ask gods and Buddhas. I heard that unborn children will protect their parents from disasters. Senior brother, your luck has never been very good, so it's for the little ones, please." Safety, in my opinion, senior brother, your safety is the most important thing, who cares about those guys who are just looking for trouble."

"Yo, came to see your senior brother?" Wen Qitian saw Xiaobei at the door.

"I thought you were missing. It's been a month since I saw you. It wasn't like this before. You're as attentive as a little bee."

Xiaobei pouted: "My senior brother is not in a hurry, what are you in a hurry for?"

Wen Qitian forced a smile, did not return his words, and began to check Chi Mo's situation, his expression became more serious.

"Come with me." After Wen Qitian finished the inspection, he called out Xiaobei, and Chi Mo couldn't help but sit up straight, wondering what they were talking about.

Wen Qitian's voice was deliberately suppressed, and after Chi Mo had listened for a long time, he only heard Xiaobei's surprised "What?"

The situation doesn't seem very good.

When Xiaobei came in again, his expression was rarely serious.

"What's going on?" Chi Mo couldn't help asking, his fingers tightly clutching the quilt.

Chi Mo was extremely nervous when encountering matters related to the safety of the little guy. For nine months of being together day and night, blood was thicker than water.

"Brother, calm down first." Xiao Bei held Chi Mo's hand, and looked seriously at the eyes under Chi Mo's glasses.

"Doctor Wen said that the little guy was born, possibly, a stillbirth."

"What!" Chi Mo immediately shook his head: "Impossible, I can still hear the fetal heartbeat. Although it is faint, he is definitely still alive!"

"But his vitality is too weak. When you give birth, it will not only be a test for your body, but also a test for your child's body." Xiaobei looked sad: "I don't want to hear this news, but the truth is In this way, Dr. Wen said, let you be mentally prepared."

Chi Mo lowered his head and stared at his belly: "Let Wen Qitian tell me personally that he once promised that as long as I obey his request, he will keep us safe. Now he asked you to tell me the news, Wen Qitian, you coward!"

Xiaobei's eyes moved to the door, Wen Qitian slowly showed his body, with a tired face.

"I'm sorry, I really tried my best. There is no problem in all aspects, but the child has been weak. I have sought help from many people, even my father, but in the end, I found nothing." Wen Qitian's eyes were full of despair, with dark circles It's very obvious.

"You did it on purpose because you still have prejudice against me and the Nirvana Society?" Chi Mo got off the bed, stepped forward angrily and grabbed Wen Qitian's collar: "You think I look harmless, so Just start with my child, right? Let me tell you, if something happens to the child, I will never let you go!"

"Senior brother, calm down!" Xiaobei stopped Chi Mo with a worried expression on his face: "Don't get excited, if he is doing something secretly, then we will leave here. Keeping the child is the most important thing."

Wen Qitian's face was angry, but he didn't dare to fight back: "You can question my medical skills, but you can't question my professional ethics. I am very sorry about the child, but I really did my best!"

"Is one regret enough?" Chi Mo let go of Wen Qitian's collar in pain: "I will carry out every word of yours as if it were an imperial decree, and I believe your promises are true. You don't know what I have done for this child. What kind of efforts have I made, even because of him..."

Chi Mo paused, his eyes flickered, and he didn't know what he remembered.

"Is there still a way to remedy it now?" Xiaobei looked at Wen Qitian eagerly: "No matter how high the price is, we are willing to pay."

"There is only one solution for the current plan." Wen Qitian looked at Chi Mo who was in a trance: "Prepare for a caesarean section. If the baby stays in the stomach for one more day, it will be more dangerous. I suspect that it is the hypoxia caused by the torsion of the umbilical cord, but There is no proof. You take oxygen for two days to see if it gets better. If it doesn't get better, I suggest a caesarean section.

Although the caesarean section increases your chances of bleeding and infection, and various complications may occur, if you choose a natural delivery, there is basically no hope for the child. "

Chi Mo took two steps back, sat on the edge of the bed, and regained his composure: "No matter what, please help me keep the child."

Chi Mo turned to look at Xiaobei: "If something happens to me, please hand over the child to him and tell him that I believe he will be a good father. Hope and miracles are created by people, and he will definitely be able to get rid of his original family." Influenced by the influence, bring up the children well.

By the way, tell him, don't let his mother and sister touch my child, it will spoil the little guy. Also, I don't mind him finding a stepmother for the child, but he must treat the child better.Let him lead by example in front of his children and stop bringing women home..."

"Also, and..." Chi Mo's throat seemed to be blocked by something, and he was so choked up that he couldn't speak.

"Brother, you'll be fine." Xiao Bei was so sad that he almost shed tears.

Wen Qitian on the side looked at Chi Mo's distraught appearance, and after hearing what he said, he probably guessed what Chi Mo had experienced, and suddenly felt mixed feelings.