Newly married wrong love, blaming ex-wife

Chapter 142 She's Not Well
"What's wrong?" Mu Tianen wanted to sit up, but she didn't have much strength.

Is she sick again?
Zhuo Xinming held out his hand to her.

"Thank you," Mu Tianen supported his arm, and finally sat up.

"how do you feel?"

Zhuo Xinming withdrew his arm and also put this hand behind his back.

"Some have no strength, dizziness."

Mu Tianen exhaled lightly, she felt that she seemed to have slept for a long time, and this sleep was dreamless.

"Am I seriously ill again?" Mu Tianen has always been the most observant, but now Zhuo Xinming's complexion is not good, so maybe something happened to her?
"some."

Zhuo Xinming actually didn't know what to say.

"Can you get your parents to come over once?"

Zhuo Xinming asked her tentatively. Originally, these things were only for immediate family members to know. He didn't expect Ling Ze to ask her. If he hadn't said something, would he be dead?

Or just die.

He was already unwilling to contact him, what else could he do besides wasting his time and phone bills.

Mu Tianen pulled the quilt to his chest, and also rubbed his hands under the quilt, his fingers were still a little cold, as if he couldn't get warm no matter what.

I don't know if it's because the weather is getting colder, or because she's getting cold herself.

"No, just sue me."

She lowered her eyelashes slightly, and also swallowed the sour taste in her nose.

Powerless, she touched her fingers and felt the wedding ring. It seemed to be loose again, and a circle of thread should be added. At that moment, it seemed that some pain passed the corner of her eyes, as if Like scratched skin,
She was cut.

"I'm in charge of my own affairs."

Mu Tianen raised his face, still smiling, without shedding a single tear.

Fate is hers, not someone else's, she is her own master, whether she lives or dies depends on the sky, whether it can be well depends on fate.

Zhuo Xinming pulled a chair and sat down, feeling a little weak and helpless.

At this time, his eyes were very complicated, Mu Tianen's heart was sore no matter how sad, even a doctor was pitying her, but why did her relatives, her husband, all want her life?
"I'm listening."

She was still smiling, and her light gray pupils were also a little hazy, clear and fresh, yet thinly covered with a layer of mist.

"Your stomach is bleeding again."

Mo Xinming was really reluctant to tell her these things. She was a patient and her ability to bear was limited, but in the end she still had to decide for herself.

"Do you need another operation?"

Mu Tianen clenched his hands tightly, and his stomach convulsed again.

"possible."

Zhuo Xinming didn't dare to promise her, "The results of our investigation are not very good, and we may cut off a part of your stomach, which will have a great impact on your quality of life in the future."

Mu Tianen tried hard to pull out a smile, but after trying a few times, she wanted to cry.

She sniffed, "Well, it's okay, you're a doctor, I'll listen to you, it's just..."

"Just what?"

Zhuo Xinming clenched his hands on his knees, trying to comfort her, but he couldn't do anything.

"Can you still make me look better?" Mu Tianen raised his face and finally smiled at him. The smile was very simple and pure. Your needlework is very good. Make me look better, so that in the future I won't be afraid to see it myself.

"Which time did I sew you so badly?"

Zhuo Xinming was really sad because he didn't want to sew her anymore.

"Tianen, you have to know, if this operation is performed, what does it mean?"

"I know."

Mu Tianen knows.

"The postoperative pain, the impact on life in the future, and the possibility of short life, I accept all of these."

She has experienced what others have never experienced, so this time, she can also accept it.

She still said that life and death depend on the sky, living depends on fate.

"We'll treat it conservatively first."

Zhuo Xinming couldn't stay here any longer. He wanted to find some cases to see if he could not have surgery. Many people in this hospital would have a second or even third surgery.

A series of surgeries like this couldn't be more normal.

But Mu Tianen can't.

Other people's surgery may be to save lives, but if she does it again, she may really die.

Don't forget, she has multiple organ injuries, and it has already made her very tired once, but if it happens again, it may be really troublesome, especially it will affect her life in the future.

She is only 21 years old this year.

Zhuo Xinming came out, and finally took out his mobile phone from his pocket.

"Ling Ze, it's me."

"Are you dead?"

Ling Ze spoke directly.

It also left Zhuo Xinming speechless.

He knew how cold-blooded it was for Ling Ze to say such things, to make the people next to him so heartless. They shouldn't be the closest people in the world.

They shouldn't never leave each other, but why, Ling Ze really has only cold blood towards Mu Tianen.

There is only such a sentence, dead or not.

Is it true that a living person is not as good as a dead person?
A person of flesh and blood, could it be that he is not as good as the cinnabar mole on his heart.

He took a deep breath and walked into his office. Surprisingly, Ling Ze didn't hang up the phone. If he hung up, Zhuo Xinming would definitely not say anything in the future, unless he reported Ling Ze's death.

"Ling Ze, Mu Tianen's condition is very bad."

He didn't speak over there, and for a while Zhuo Xinming thought that he had lost his phone, until Zhuo Xinming heard his breathing from the phone.

"She had already had her stitches removed, and we all thought this was the last phase of her recovery. She could be discharged from the hospital after a few more days of examination."

"It's just that we didn't expect it, but we found out that her stomach started to bleed again."

"Oh……"

Ling Ze still had such an infuriating tone.

"She may have a second operation, and she will sign the consent form for the operation herself."

"That's it?" Ling Ze seemed to have heard some joke.

"Is there still a small number of patients undergoing two or three surgeries in the hospital?"

"Part of her stomach may be removed," Mo Xinming interrupted him. "This is non-renewable, and she has multiple organ injuries. After this operation, what will she look like in the future? Who knows?" I dare not say."

With a snap, the voice inside Zhuo Xinming's phone finally turned into a disconnection sound.

He knew it, and what he said was in vain.

And he put down his mobile phone, grabbed a handful of hair, and took the case again, thinking about what else to do to prevent Mu Tianen from having a second operation.

He was really afraid that if this operation was really done, even if she was alive, it might be after they had worked so hard and she had suffered so much pain...

(End of this chapter)