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Inside the hospital, Rong Heting was sitting outside the emergency room while the gynecologist was busy inside. Bai Sheng and Luo Yu were sitting on a chair on the other side of the room with a serious expression, waiting.

Bai Sheng also did not enter the emergency room, Rong Heting also after the doctor's suggestion for him to wait outside, sat on the chair without saying anything.

The child was no longer safe. That was the last thing the doctor told him.

Rong Heting's heart ached. At this moment, he didn't even dare to feel sad. The first thing he thought of was how Qianqian would react when she woke up with this result, or what decision she would make.

He knew that she wanted to leave. In the period of time that he had been gone, Ting Lan had already told him about the Rong Manor that she had wanted to leave several times.

Could he still keep her, separated from her by hatred, by his mother's life, by her brother's life, and now by the lives of him and her children?

The footsteps of the doctors in the emergency room never stopped. A few people with extraordinary hearing could clearly hear the conversation of the people in the emergency room.

The child could not be saved.

It should be produced smoothly, without anesthetic to help the mother expel it from the body.

She was screaming for pain, she was crying.

The doctor was soothing her, telling her to push, telling her to feel better after the pain, that she would be able to conceive again when she was well enough.

In the end, the uterus still remained, to clear the uterus, also can not be used anesthetic, anesthetic will have an impact on the effectiveness of clear uterine surgery.

Her stomach hurt so much that she cried out over and over again, "Baby, I'm sorry."

Rong Heting lowered his head. No one knew that his eyes were red.

When Ling Ao and Ting Lan rushed to the hospital, the emergency room door was finally opened. Other than Rong Heting, everyone else stood up and surrounded the doctor.

The 50-year-old female doctor handed over a tray to Ting Lan. She apologized for the child's death and told the woman what she needed to pay attention to after she gave birth before she left with a sigh.

Ling Ao punched the wall, while Luo Yu also lowered his head with grief in his eyes. Ting Lan's hand, which was holding the tray, was trembling, while Liu Tie took out a piece of pure white silk from his pocket and placed it on the tray, blocking the small mass of flesh.

No one knew better than Bai Sheng how much Rong Heting looked forward to this child.

Mu Qianqian's body was managed by him. She had been suppressing her nerves for a long time. Her stress and anxiety had caused her to have severe endocrine disorders. It was a miracle that Mu Qianqian, who rarely came in time for even a month, was pregnant with this child.

But now, the child could not be kept.

"Heting, there will still be a chance. You, grieve."

In the corridor, after Bai Sheng's words, it became silent. After a long while, Rong Heting stood up and walked into the emergency room. When he passed by Ting Lan, he didn't even look at the tray covered with white cloth.

Was that his child? He did not dare to look. He was Young Master Di and Rong Heting, but he was afraid to admit that a body that had yet to take shape was his child.

When Rong Heting entered the emergency room, Ting Lan couldn't help but cry. At the corner not far away, Wu Tie also clenched his fists.

In the emergency room, Mu Qianqian stared at the ceiling. She woke up with a sharp pain in her stomach. There was no anesthetic, so she was conscious of the child leaving her body bit by bit.

Even though everything was over, the unbearable pain in her lower abdomen reminded her that she had lost her child. It was hers and Rong Heting's child.

Tears gathered in the corners of Mu Qianqian's eyes and flowed down to the pillow under her head. Her vision became blank. Everything was like a nightmare to her. It seemed so unreal, but she was clear that everything was real.

"Qianqian, close your eyes and rest for a while. Is it still painful? "Just hold it a bit longer, the nurse went to get the painkillers."

Rong Heting bent his waist in front of Mu Qianqian's bed and put the wet and tear-stained pieces of hair next to her face behind her ears. His tone was also a bit coaxing.

She had lost weight again, much less weight than when he had left her.

Mu Qianqian remained motionless, allowing Rong Heting to move freely. When she felt his hands holding hers, Mu Qianqian could not help but cry out loud.1

Her tears were like a dam that had burst, and once they poured out, she could no longer control them.

The low cries became more and more intense. Eventually, they became cries and hysteria. It was even more heart-wrenching than when Mu Shen left. The pain of losing a child touched the souls of everyone who heard this tragic cry.

Mu Qianqian gripped Rong Heting's wrist tightly. It was anger, grievance and regret.

"Ah!

"Ah!

Mu Qianqian couldn't hold it in any longer. So it was this much pain. Her child had left her like this. So it was this much pain, the pain of her flesh being torn apart, the pain of her heart being gouged out.

"Ah!

Rong Heting looked at Mu Qianqian, who was staring at the ceiling in agony. He held her hand tightly. His heart was empty and he was badly mangled.

"Rong Heting, my child is dead, my child is dead! I don't want this, I don't want this — "

"Why me? "Why?!"

"My child! My child! Give it back to me! Give him back to me! "

"I beg you, Rong Heting, go and snatch it back, take our child back! I don't want it to die like this, go and help me keep it! "

"Someone help me, return my child to me! "Ah!

Faced with Mu Qianqian like this, Rong Heting found that he couldn't say a word. He could only hold her wrist tightly to let him feel his existence.

So it turned out that he was actually this useless. His little thing was crying, but he was unable to stop her. He also wanted him and her child to return. He had waited for so long, so long.

Mu Qianqian sat up abruptly. She looked at Rong Heting with a sorrowful expression, unable to get a response.

"It's me!" Rong Heting, I killed our child! "

"If I had admitted from the beginning that I was the one who poisoned the child, then nothing would have happened to my child!"

"Why do I have to prove that I didn't do it? Why am I so stupid to prove myself? If I were to lower my voice and beg for mercy, my child would definitely still be in my stomach!"

"Rong Heting, tell me if that's the case, tell me quickly!"

Mu Qianqian jumped out of bed with a "whoosh" and ran toward the door, letting the dark red blood between her legs stain the legs of her hospital gown.

"It must be! That must be it! "

"I'm going to beg Ling Jinghan right now. I'm going to kneel down and kowtow to her. There's still time, there's still time for the baby to come back!"

"I'll do whatever it takes, but don't let my baby leave me! Rong Heting, let go of me! "

Rong Heting grabbed Mu Qianqian and pulled her back painfully. "Qianqian, calm down. The child is gone!"

"No …."

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