Thank you for Waiting, Mister Tang!

Tang Yu returned to City B in the fastest time.

late at night.

He walked in the aisle of the hospital, his footsteps were cold and clear, pushing open the door of Dr. Mei's office, Dr. Mei, her assistant, and even Lin Yun and his wife were there.

Zhao Yi held his pregnant wife with one hand, watched Tang Yu come in, and helped Lin Yun sit down.

Tang Yu's face was tired from flying for a long time, but his body was still tight.

In fact, his heart is burning at the moment.

On the phone, Dr. Mei told him that Qiqi had found an abnormality during the routine pregnancy check.

Her blood white blood cells suddenly decreased, and the transformation was amazing.

Of course, the hospital was afraid of making a mistake, and took another blood test. The result was the same.

These data all indicate that Pei Qiqi, who is pregnant, may have an acute blood disease, which is the same disease as Tang Xin.

However, Pei Qiqi is acute.

Dr. Mei’s voice was a little heavy, "Tang Yu, it is not ruled out that pregnancy has weakened her resistance... But I suspect that this disease is inherited from the family, so don’t blame yourself, even if she is not pregnant this time, she will become pregnant later. , Or when her body functions are weakened, the chance of getting such a disease is also high."

Tang Yu could hardly hear what she said, only a buzzing sound.

Lin Yun's heart was sinking too, she never expected that Qiqi would get sick.

At this moment, she thought of Tang Yu's words, Qiqi has not been fair since birth, at this time...

Lin Yun sighed long, not knowing how to say it.

Tang Yu looked at Dr. Mei with a dry voice, "Is there any way to treat?"

"If you want chemotherapy now, then you have to give up this child." Although cruel, Dr. May had to say: "This child is now six months... If he is seven months old, he can put it in an incubator with a Caesarean section for a few months. , But only six months."

Dr. Mei sighed, what a pity it's been six months.

Tang Yu could hardly hear the sounds around him. He kept looking ahead, and there was a white mist in front of him.

At this moment, he faces the most difficult choice.

After a long time, he muttered, "My child, must I take it away?"

That child was Tang Xin's life, and it was Pei Qiqi's life.

Dr. Mei took off his glasses and was silent for a long time before speaking: "If you find the bone marrow and Qiqi has a strong will to survive, you can wait until seven months before the child is taken out for Qiqi surgery. But the premise is that you have the right bone marrow. "

Dr. Mei’s attitude is actually quite obvious, that is, Mr. Bao.

But in doing so, it may be the Tang family without queen...

And Tang Yu didn't think about this, he was more thinking about whether Qiqi could lose this child?

His answer is no.

Nor can he!

In his heart, there was a vague vicissitudes of life, he didn't know if God made a joke with them, or he made a joke...

He reached out his hand and wiped his face. At this time, he needed to calm down, but he didn't have time to calm down.

He needs him for his seventy-seven.

Late at night, Tang Yu went to see Pei Qiqi and opened the door carefully. The moonlight fell on the bed, white and desolate.

She slept very heavily, with a small hand on the outside of the quilt, resting on her belly, one hand under her head, and her body sideways. It seemed that her belly was a little bigger.

Tang Yu sat down slowly, putting his fingers on her long black hair, and slowly combed it straight.

Her eyes were glued to her small face, her eyebrows were still exquisite and picturesque, with only a trace of paleness that was imperceptible.

That is, God made a joke with them?