Ding Yiyi's arm was bleeding, but she didn't care about her wound. Song Mengjie's shrill voice just now made her anxious. As soon as she ran in front of her, her uninjured arm was pulled.

Ye Nianmo's face was cold, and when his eyes glanced at the shirt stuck with a large amount of blood, it was as cold as ice cubes taken out of the ice cellar.

Holding her waist and carrying her, Ye Nianmo strode out of the crowd.

Ding Yiyi gasped in pain, but kept turning her head to look at Song Mengjie. She was also picked up by Ye Bo, but her calf and the ground were already stained with blood.

In the hospital emergency room, the doctor held disinfectant and scissors, "The blood is stuck to the clothes. I have to pull them apart. It may hurt a little."

"Yes." Ding Yiyi nodded, holding Ye Nianmo's hand tightly, with a hint of nervousness in his expression.

The doctor cut her sleeves open, and the wounds were already scabbed, and some of the flesh that had turned out was particularly hideous. Ye Nianmo's heart trembled when he saw it.

With the doctor's movements, the skin and flesh gradually separated from the sleeves. She bit her lower lip in pain, and the color of her lips became lighter with so much force.

An arm crossed in front of her, she opened her mouth and bit it, tears streaming down her arm.

Finally, the wound was separated from the sleeve. The doctor took a cotton swab and dipped it in disinfectant. As soon as it was applied to Ding Yiyi's arm, the doctor whimpered in pain.

The side of his face was stared at coldly by a sharp gaze. The doctor smiled bitterly. Even if his surgical director was directly transferred by the dean to treat the wound, he still had to be stared at by such a gaze that was so cold that it was still him.

Someone you can't afford to mess with.

After the wound was treated, both Ding Yiyi and the doctor were sweating. Ding Yiyi was in pain and the doctor was scared.

"Don't touch the water these days, and pay attention when bathing. It means that there will be no big problem if you change the dressing." The doctor explained and looked at the imposing man.

"Thank you." The man's deep voice sounded, and his serious eyes turned a little gentle when he turned to Ding Yiyi.

After the doctor left, Ding Yiyi let go of her mouth. Only then did she see a circle of bloody tooth marks on Ye Nianmo's arm. She felt extremely distressed and said, "I'm sorry."

Ye Nianmo said nothing, just stood in front of her, pressed her head into his arms, and even said with a hint of vulnerability in his voice, "As long as you're okay."

"Where's Mengjie?" Ding Yiyi asked anxiously.

Ye Nianmo's voice will return to its calm state before, "Falling, trampling, malnutrition and severe emotional ups and downs will lead to premature birth."

Upon hearing the news, Ding Yiyi felt dizzy and leaned against the wall, unable to speak for a long time.

In the ward, Ye Bo stood beside the bed like a sculpture. He didn't know how to comfort this woman who had just lost her child.

Song Mengjie lay flat on her back, staring at the ceiling with her eyes blankly, there were still tears in the corners of her eyes, and she put her hands on her flat abdomen.

"Can you please let me stay alone for a while?" She suddenly said lightly, her voice a little rough because she didn't drink water.

Ye Bo nodded, poured her a glass of water first, and then walked out of the door. As soon as he closed the door, he heard a whimper from the room. He sighed and turned to leave.

Song Mengjie cried for a while, then tremblingly picked up the mobile phone placed on the table and called Hai Zhuoxuan. There were endless busy signals on the phone, which made her already injured heart be thrown to the edge of darkness again.

She cried and called again. After a long busy signal, Hai Zhuoxuan finally picked up, but his voice was very low and the surroundings were very noisy. "Is there something wrong?"
Chapter completed!