The dical staff were ready to close the ambulance’s rear door when suddenly a man burst through from the other side, forcefully pulling aside the person in a white coat and rushing into the vehicle.
"Are you... are you the family of the injured?"
Inside, the nurse was urgently stopping Ji Wei’s bleeding and giving her an oxygen mask. Startled by the man’s sudden entrance and somber expression, she widened her eyes.
Isn’t this... Mr. Gu?
Mo Qian shot a cold glance at the nurse: "I don’t care what thod you use, you must ensure she’s alive!"
"We... we definitely will..." The young nurse, intimidated by Mo Qian’s fierce aura, swallowed nervously and replied.
Mo Qian withdrew his gaze, looking down at the woman lying before him.
Ji Wei’s face was faintly stained with blood, several strands of her long hair stuck to her cheek with dried blood. Her eyes were tightly shut, her face grayish and lifeless.
Her plain dress was mostly stained red with blood, resembling blooming red flowers.
A chill ran through Mo Qian’s body, he shakily reached out his trembling hand to touch her pale cheek.
"Weiwei..."
He called her softly, his throat clenched tight, his voice unbearably hoarse.
He hadn’t called her like this in a long ti; he never expected it would be under these circumstances.
"Weiwei, Weiwei, Weiwei..."
He called her na repeatedly, clutching her icy hand against his cheek, hoping to warm her.
Ji Wei kept her eyes shut, showing no reaction.
The young nurse finished the ergency asures, staying quietly beside them, afraid to even breathe heavily.
Seeing Rongcheng’s most distinguished man calling out a woman’s na so affectionately, the young nurse was extrely surprised.
It seems the aloof and abstinent Mr. Gu deeply loves his wife, but what about the recent heated divorce rumors?
On the way to the hospital, Mo Qian firmly held Ji Wei’s hand, never allowing his dark eyes to leave her for even a mont.
Upon arriving at Rongcheng Hospital, Ji Wei was imdiately taken to the ergency room.
The corridor was very quiet, Mo Qian sat on a chair, covering his face with both hands wearily.
Right now, he couldn’t think about anything else; the only thought in his mind was hoping Ji Wei would be alright. If she woke up, he would never leave her again.
Zhao Wanqing arrived shortly after, holding An An.
An An cried non-stop all the way, unable to be consoled. Zhao Wanqing hurriedly approached Mo Qian and asked, "How is it? Ji Wei will be alright, won’t she?"
Her trembling voice echoed the image of Ji Wei covered in blood in her mind.
Mo Qian slowly moved his hands away from his face and glanced at her with bloodshot eyes, saying nothing.
Seeing the constantly crying An An in her arms, a trace of pain surfaced in Mo Qian’s deep, dark eyes. He wanted to reach out and hold his son, but his hands were shaking badly.
"Call Aunt Zhu at ho, An An must be hungry, crying this much." Zhao Wanqing suggested anxiously, turning her gaze away from the operating room.
It was only because of her words that Mo Qian snapped back to a bit of clarity.
He took out his phone and dialed Aunt Zhu.
"Auntie will be here soon, bringing so milk for little An An. Be good..." Zhao Wanqing patted An An, coaxing patiently.
But hearing her voice made An An cry even louder, his eyes red and wailing at the top of his lungs.
Zhao Wanqing paced back and forth trying to soothe him, to no avail, her expression increasingly anxious.
The usually silent Mo Qian suddenly stood up, walked towards her, and extended his hands: "Give him to ."
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