Chapter 422 Qing'er... Qing'er Wake Up!

Wen Shixian's nose was sore.

She opened her lips slightly, as if to help herself breathe when she was almost suffocating from pain. She choked a little, "No... Qing'er, look at me, it will be cured."

She also had congenital heart disease...

But after step-by-step treatment, he recovered.

It's also a heart disease, so why can't Mu Wanqing... Why can't she recover?

"Yeah." Mu Wanqing responded softly.

But she knew that everything Wen Shixian said was just for comfort and could not be taken seriously.

At this moment, Mu Wanqing was like a puppet with its strings cut off, walking back to her inpatient department in despair.

However, before she stepped into the ward, her body suddenly shook. She immediately held on to the wall beside her, "Xian'er, I'm a little uncomfortable..."

Mu Wanqing's fingers were slightly bent, and she scratched the wall, but she couldn't grasp anything on this surface.

It was as if a stream of blood suddenly rushed into her brain, causing her to feel violently dizzy. Her eyes were pitch black, with scattered colorful stars.

"Qing'er... don't scare me." Wen Shixian suddenly panicked, "Just hold on, I'll go find Director Zheng."

But just as she was about to leave, she saw that Mu Wanqing's face was horrifyingly pale, and his forehead was soon covered with dense cold sweat, which slid down his cheeks.

She held onto the wall with one hand and grasped the hem of her clothes with the other. The breathless suffocation made Mu Wanqing feel like she was one step closer to death.

"Qing'er, don't let anything happen to you..." Wen Shixian immediately helped Mu Wanqing steady and did not dare to walk away at this moment.

She took out her mobile phone and dialed Gong Lichuan, "Come here quickly, Qing'er is sick in the corridor of the inpatient department."

"puff--"

As soon as he finished speaking, Mu Wanqing suddenly bent down and spat out a large amount of blood. Several coquettish but bloodthirsty flowers bloomed on the ground and snow-white walls.

"Mu Wanqing!" Wen Shixian exclaimed.

Mu Wan looked at the pool of blood and was slightly distracted. The bright red color scared her and made her slowly open her pupils.

"Don't...don't tell Ye Yuchen that I'm so serious..."

She frowned, breathed heavily, and raised her eyes to look at Wen Shixian, "Please, don't tell him..."

As soon as she finished speaking, her vision suddenly went dark, and she fainted softly in Wen Shixian's arms.

Gong Lichuan smelled the smell of blood as soon as he arrived, so he immediately rushed over to support her, "Qing'er... Qing'er, wake up!"

It's so noisy in my ears.

There seemed to be Wen Shixian's anxious call, Gong Lichuan's nervous growl, and the sound of many footsteps...

She knew she couldn't hide it anymore.

However, even if Ye Yuchen is not allowed to know that he is terminally ill and about to die, that would be fine...

Zheng Bo arrived quickly, and his cardiovascular medical team performed first aid on Mu Wanqing, and she was successfully out of danger...the tumor had not yet burst.

"Fortunately, it was in time." Zheng Bo breathed a sigh of relief.

Before the tumor ruptures, there is room for them, and there is basically no great danger to their lives.

"Are you out of danger?" Gong Lichuan held Zheng Bo's wrist tightly, his eyebrows anxious.

Zheng Bo nodded, but his expression remained solemn, "But I still have to tell you that Miss Mu's situation is very bad now. If this continues, it will take at most half a year..."

"Moreover, Miss Mu once discussed with me that she wanted to give up treatment... She said she still had a wish and wanted to realize it."

Hearing this, Ye Yuchen stood at the door of the ward, the blood all over his body was frozen and he could hardly move.

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