The only pet cute wife, Mo Shao's apex treasure

In the middle of the night, a Beetle drove out of Mo's house. The servant tried to stop it, but immediately backed away after seeing the people in the car.

Bai Xiran drove crookedly all the way to Lu Tong's house.

She is not good at driving, and she has always been pampered, and there are people to pick her up when she goes in and out, but now she is driving that Beetle, her eyes are red and swollen from crying, so she can only drive out at a slow speed.

Fortunately, it finally arrived before dawn. After seeing Lu Tong, Bai Xiran, who almost hit the guardrail on the road, rushed over aggrieved.

"Tongtong..."

"Hey, don't cry. Don't cry when it comes to me."

Bai Xiran sobbed, "I'm sleepy."

She fell asleep.

……

For two days in a row, Bai Xiran didn't go back to Mo Zhai, and spent the whole day hanging out with Lu Tongsi, but felt at ease.

And in the Mohs Group.

In the spacious president's office, a slender figure sat behind the desk, and someone knocked on the door and entered.

Mo Junzhe raised his head, there was no extra emotion on Jun's face, he just mentioned it casually, "How?"

"My wife has been at Dr. Lu's house and hasn't gone anywhere else."

He gave a "hmm" and waved his hand to signal the other party to go out.

But Li Ze'an, who was sitting on the leather sofa next to him, suddenly laughed, "I said, are you really not going to pick someone up?"

The man kept looking down to deal with the documents in his hand, and there was no extra emotion on Jun's face at all, "Leave her alone, she will come back naturally when she has figured it out."

"Then what if you can't figure it out?" Li Ze'an couldn't help asking, this man is too confident, but he doesn't know that women are not such easy creatures to understand.

But Mo Junzhe finally raised his head at this time, there was no smile in his black eyes, his long fingers holding the signature pen paused slightly, and his thin lips slightly lifted, "My patience is limited."

After a while, he finally got up and drove away with Li Ze'an after finishing the matter at hand.

The destination is Ningcheng Hospital.

After receiving the call, Gu Xiling went directly to the PICU. After changing into a sterile suit and a series of disinfection checks, he was finally able to take a look through the glass.

There was a little baby lying on the hospital bed. He was always asleep, his eyes were closed and he couldn't see clearly.

The little guy's body is full of tubes, and one tube is thicker than his arm, which is shocking in comparison.

The ticking of the instrument sounds a bit noisy, but he has been lying in such an environment for more than a month.

After not looking for too long, Mo Junzhe came out.

As soon as he changed his clothes, the attending doctor who was talking to Gu Xiling came over, "Mr. Gu, the child's condition is still not progressing...even the postoperative infection occurred a few days ago. Although it has been controlled, it is harmful to his heart and lungs. It’s also a huge burden.”

Mo Junzhe's face was still indifferent. He had heard the words countless times, but there seemed to be no waves in his heart.

The doctor sighed softly, and said with some embarrassment, "According to the current situation, the chance of the child surviving is less than 5.00%...and the treatment process is very long. Perhaps, you can consider...giving up the treatment."

His hand holding the sterile cap froze suddenly.

After a while, he finally threw it into the trash can, and that handsome and indifferent face rarely showed a tremor.

After hesitating for a long time, he suddenly turned around.

The attendant was stunned, and hurriedly chased after him, "Mr. Mo, what is your result?"

The slender body walking in front stopped, and the man's back against the light was stretched very, very long.

After several seconds, a low and hoarse voice came, "I will think about it."