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Chapter 450 husband, don’t you feel bad, okay?

The small hand in the palm of your hand is moving, and the soft touch is applied to your face.

The cold and cold in the pain heard a soft voice called him: "husband..."

He looked up in surprise and saw Lin Xiaomi had opened his eyes: "Baby, are you awake? How do you feel, is it very uncomfortable?"

Lin Xiaomi shook his head and looked at his scarlet eyes. His eyes were also red: "Husband, is the baby still there?"

still there?

Still.

However, the next second does not know if they have any fate to continue to be a parent.

Strong pressure on the heart of the sour, cold and stunned corners of a smile: "The baby is still, you can rest assured."

Lin Xiaomi also smiled, but laughing is more distressing than crying.

The little hand rubbed his handsome face, his voice choked hoarsely: "Husband, sorry, don't you feel bad, we will have more..."

In fact, she knows everything, even if he doesn't tell her anything.

But she is very clear that the child can't keep it.

The baby is in her belly and she is sensitive.

The man who has been holding back his emotions suddenly collapsed.

Junyan was buried under her soft palm, and after a while, she felt wet.

He is really useless. It’s such a moment. He has no way to protect their baby, but she still has to comfort him.

"Baby, it's all bad for me, I don't use it, I can't protect you."

Lin Xiaomi sobbed.

Wen Xiaoxiao stood outside the door, across the glass, watching the two fragile parents in the ward hold together and cry out.

Her heart is also very uncomfortable.

No matter what kind of grievances and purposes the adults have, the children are innocent after all.

This is a life, it can't just flow away in vain.

She suddenly thought of the old man who gave her a doctor yesterday.

The doctor the night before did not check out the smell of safflower on her body. After a whole night, Weng Lao suddenly smelled it.

She later heard that Grandma said that Weng Lao can be regarded as a foreigner.

It is a descendant of a family of Chinese medicine practitioners who cannot get money.

Will Weng Lao help save the baby?

With this idea, Wen Xiaoxiao did not dare to delay, and immediately went out of the hospital to call the old lady to contact Weng Lao.

Weng Laodu is almost eighty years old. If it is not Mr. Sheng’s face, he will definitely not come.

Wen Xiaoxiao anxiously waited outside the hospital.

When Weng Lao got off the bus, she felt the eyes were red.

"Wang Grandpa is really embarrassed, let you run so old, but my friend is really critical, the hospital has already notified, the child can not keep it, it is a small life, I beg you to save it. Let's go."

Weng Lao smiled faintly: "You are doing this, crying and crying, don't know if you think you want to abort, wait until I have seen it, and surely can't save it, you can cry again."

"Not taking me there."

"Yes Yes."

Wen Xiaoxiao sucked his nose and quickly stroked Weng’s old elevator.

They followed a beautiful young woman, and when she looked at her curious eyes, the other party smiled at her.

When they broke into the ward, Leng Yuhuang was lying on the bed, gently holding Lin Xiaomi in her arms, and her hands were covered on her lower abdomen. The two men quietly leaned together, waiting for the children. Leave.

The door was slammed open, cold and sturdy, and unhappy, if the eyes could kill, the two people who entered the door had fallen to the ground.

Weng Lao’s elite glimmer of light, and his heart also sighed, the young man’s eyes were sharp.

"Cold young master, let Weng Lao give Xiaomi a look." Wen Xiaoxiao screamed.

If you change the usual time, a man with a white-haired silver head said to treat his wife, he will not hesitate to refuse, and let people blast.

But at this time, when he touched the dawn of Weng's old light, the ghost made a nonsense nonsense, and immediately got up and retreated to the side.

Weng Lao looked at the woman who was pale in the bed but could not conceal her color. She was very emotional. This is a pair of sluts.

He pinched Lin Xiaomi's wrist and his brows tightened.

Lin Xiaomi looked at Wen Xiaoxiao with a puzzled look. She saw the latter smile a little, and she gave her the inspector who was indifferent to her.

"You all go out." Weng Lao suddenly opened his mouth. The beautiful woman standing at the door came forward and opened the box in her hand.

When the things that were taken out were lined up, Wen Xiaoxiao was so scared that he took a breath.

The needle is put together from short to long, and the longest can pierce her arm.

"Not yet!" Weng's old temper came up, and a sigh of relief.

"I won't go out, what do you want to do, let's make it clear!" Leng Yuhuang also saw the needles, the slight twitching of his heart, and the sound suddenly tightened.

"If you don't go out, I will go out!" In other words, if they don't go out, he will die.

The beautiful woman turned her head and looked at them at this time. The voice was very common with her people, giving a very comfortable feeling.

"This is the rule of Grandpa's medical treatment. You should go out first. The patient can now be delayed."

Leng Yuhuang looked at those long needles, and his heart shrank and said nothing.

"What do you have to do, you must make your words clear!"

If the old man was not heard, he took out a long needle for disinfection.

Cold and beautiful, the eagle is shrinking, he can hardly imagine how long acupuncture into the forest of millet will be, and will not go out.

Lin Xiaomi is also a trembling heart, so long needle...

However, she believes in Wen Xiaoxiao.

Moreover, the hospital has no way to do it now, and the worst result is that it can't keep the children.

What else can she not bear?

"Husband..."

A soft voice broke the noisy room.

Leng Yuhuang quickly stepped forward and took Lin Xiaomi’s hand: "Baby, I am, don't be afraid."

Lin Xiaomi nodded. "I am not afraid, husband, you should go out first. I am nervous here."

"Millet..."

"You go out first."

A cold sigh of helplessness, a beautiful woman was stunned by Wen Qingxiao.

When the door is closed, the cold heart is shrinking.

He stood stiffly outside the door, the more he could not see the more shocked, imagining the horrible pictures that might happen in the ward, he was frightened.

"Who is this person?" He turned his head stiffly and looked at Wen Xiaoxiao with a cold look.

Wen Xiaoxiao said the origin of Weng Lao, Leng Yuhuang Shen Yan walked over to personally call Mr. Sheng, and when he came back, his face was slightly relaxed.

Time passed by, and I didn’t know how long it took, and the door of the ward was opened.

Cold and flustered and pushed into the door, rushed to the bedside, watching Lin Xiaomi sweating, his face paler than before, as if suffering a lot of pain.

His heart trembled, holding her hand and rubbing the cold sweat on her forehead.