998: C998 His Life Is on the Verge of Death

C998 His Life Is on the Verge of Death

Chu Jiaxuan was even paler on the operating table.1

The waiting time was long and torturous. Pei Nanjue and the little guy waited outside the door. It was as if two centuries had passed, but the operation did not open it.

The Nightview outside the window was getting deeper and deeper. The wind was getting colder and colder. It was already two o'clock in the morning, but the little fellow refused to close his eyes for a long time. He was still waiting for Chu Jiaxuan to come out of the operating theater with his watery eyes.

Finally, another three hours passed. At this time, the sky was already slightly bright, and the door of the operating theater was finally opened.

Pei Nanjue carried the little guy and walked up. Soong Ci walked out with sweat all over his forehead.

"How is she?" Pei Nanjue's heart was lifted. At this moment, he was extremely afraid.

Soong Ci took off his mask and wiped the sweat off his forehead. "The wound is very deep. One centimeter away from the heart. Her condition is very dangerous now. Moreover, he lost too much blood. Although he gave her blood, whether she can survive through tomorrow will depend on her will."

Soong Ci said with a serious expression. He looked straight at Pei Nanjue and unconsciously took two steps back. At this moment, his face was full of panic.

"She will be fine. She will be fine." Pei Nanjue said with a trembling voice. There was panic in his eyes.

Soong Ci sighed. "Let's transfer her to the ward now. You can go and see her later, but you have to keep quiet."

Pei Nanjue nodded and followed closely behind Chu Jiaxuan. Seeing her pale face, his heart was in pain. He really wanted to take this for him.

Chu Jiaxuan, you will be fine. Our child needs you, and I also need you.

Pei Nanjue did not close his eyes for a whole day. He had always been by her side and never left her. Susan stood outside the ward with the little fellow in her arms. Tears kept flowing down her eyes.

Why is this kid always so difficult? Why was he always injured every time something happened? God, why are you so cruel to my daughter? Did I do something wrong? That's why I made her suffer so much and deliberately torture her, right?

If that's really the case, if anything comes for me, she is willing to suffer for Chu Jiaxuan.

"Waa waa... mama... mama..." The little guy kept calling out to mama. His little hand reached out long and patted the glass as if he wanted to wake Chu Jiaxuan up.

In the intensive care ward, Pei Nanjue tightly held Chu Jiaxuan's hand. Deep pain spread out from his eyes, and deep in his eyes, there was a strong sense of self-blame.

"Jiaxuan, you must wake up, okay? I really need you. If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't be able to live." Pei Nanjue's voice was soft. He leaned against his ear and said softly. His deep voice echoed in the intensive care ward.

But what answered him was only the beeping sound of the instrument. There was a faint sound of breathing.

On the hospital bed, Chu Jiaxuan's weak breathing was heard. Her face was covered with oxygen and she was holding an IV drip in her hand. There was a bandage on her chest.

At this moment, she no longer had her usual confidence and pride. At this moment, she was not alive. Only her heaving chest could prove that she was still alive.

Time passed by 1 minute and 1 second. Unknowingly, night had begun to fall again. Chu Jiaxuan had been staying at home to protect ward for a long time, and Pei Nanjue had been guarding inside for a long time.

The atmosphere in the ward was oppressive, and there was a thick smell of disinfectant floating in the air. Suddenly, Chu Jiaxuan's phone in her pocket vibrated, breaking the silence in the room.

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