Report to the president, Mr. Ben Miao does not warm the bed

It's just that this sleep is destined to be restless.

At around ten o'clock in the evening, Xin Xiaotian received a call from the teacher at Xin Ziwen's school, saying something had happened to Xin Ziwen.

Xin Ziwen is now a third-year junior high school student. He has to study at school every night, and after that, he goes back to sleep in the small apartment Xin Xiaotian bought for him.

The end of the last evening self-study class is [-]:[-]. He came out of school as usual. So many things happened at home. He was lost in thought while walking on the road. He didn't notice that a car was following him not far away. .

When turning the corner, he was hit by a car.

This car accident happened very strangely. The other party didn't know whether it was intentional or unintentional. The person who didn't hurt him happened to hit his leg when he stepped out of his left leg and scratched him. The blood vessels in the legs were bleeding a lot.

Apart from that, it didn't hurt him anywhere else, so it can be said to be a very technical collision.

When he was sent to the hospital, he lost too much blood and needed a blood transfusion from his family.

The call Xin Xiaotian received was to ask him to go to the third hospital for a blood transfusion.

Xin Xiaotian didn't sleep for a few days, and slept very deeply. The phone rang several times and he didn't respond. He only received it after being woken up by Yang Rong. He was stunned for a moment when he heard what the teacher said, and then suddenly sat down from the bed. stand up.

The movement was so big that Yang Rong was afraid of waking Xin Miaomiao, so she gave him a glare.

Xin Xiaotian hung up the phone, looked at the time on the phone, wiped his face and got out of bed, took a coat and put it on, went outside, walked to the door and turned back, looked at Yang Rong who was on the bed, and explained: " Rong'er, Zi Wen has had a car accident, I'll go and have a look first."

When Yang Rong heard that Xin Ziwen was in a car accident, she was stunned for a moment, but she immediately turned her eyes away. What does it matter to her whether they are dead or alive?

She lay down and continued to sleep with her daughter in her arms.

Xin Xiaotian came over, kissed Miaomiao on the cheek, and said to Yang Rong, who had her eyes closed, "Rong'er, I will be back soon. I have something to tell you when I come back."

Xin Xiaotian went out lightly. The moment she closed the door, Yang Rong looked at her daughter in her arms, buried her head next to her little head, and fell asleep peacefully.

No matter what happened outside, whether the two brothers and sisters were dead or alive had nothing to do with her. She would only live for the one in her arms from now on, and this was the baby she needed to protect for the rest of her life.

Because the teacher on the other end of the phone had repeatedly assured that Xin Ziwen was not in danger and only needed a blood transfusion, so Xin Xiaotian was not too worried on the way there.

He also notified the Bai family at the same time, and he rushed to the hospital first.

The teacher first expressed his apology sincerely, and then led him to the attending doctor. The doctor saw Xin Xiaotian coming, and explained the current situation of the hospital.

"Mr. Xin, please do a blood test first. Your son needs a blood transfusion immediately."

"Blood transfusion?" Xin Xiaotian frowned: "Is there no blood in your hospital's blood bank?" He is not Xin Ziwen's biological father, and his blood type is also different.

"I'm sorry, your son's blood type has just been used up, and he will be transferred in the early morning." The doctor said with an apologetic face, and after a pause, he seemed to be afraid that he might misunderstand something: "It doesn't need a lot, no will harm your body."

Of course, Xin Xiaotian didn't mean to be stingy with that little blood, but his blood type really didn't match Xin Ziwen.

He had no choice but to explain: "It's not that I don't want to, he's not my own son..." Halfway through the conversation, he stopped suddenly when he saw the people outside.