Doctor Jiang’s Beloved Sweetheart

Looking at the words of amniotic fluid lying flat on the entrance, Jiang Beiyuan took a deep breath and lifted her from the ground.

Yannian's pain was so painful that he couldn't speak, his slender and pale fingers squeezed his arm tightly and squeezed it firmly.

"I'm here, where's my husband, it's okay, eh?"

He used to be a doctor, so when facing patients, this man Jiang Beiyuan had a calmness and stability beyond ordinary people.

but.

The person in his arms is the one he loves most.

No matter how calm the balance is, it can't help but tilt.

He calmly hugged Yannian to the spacious back seat, let Yannian lie down, and then quickly started the car.

"Let the best gynecologists in Zhicheng go to the center now."

Jiang Beiyuan put on the Bluetooth headset and called Xu Kuangjie.

Xu Kuangjie came out of the company after talking about a cooperation, "What's wrong? Who gave birth?"

"Niannian is born!"

"I'm going! Didn't it happen so soon? Isn't it still before the due date, there is still—"

"Where do you come from so much nonsense?"

Jiang Beiyuan roared in a deep voice.

Xu Kuangjie said twice, life is at stake, and he didn't care about Jiang Beiyuan, so he hung up and went to the contact person.

Jiang Beiyuan drove with one hand and called Wang Shuang again, asking him to send a stretcher to wait in the central hospital.

Everything is arranged properly.

Hanging up the phone, looking through the rearview mirror, lying in the back seat of the car, clutching his stomach and groaning.

"Daughter-in-law, it's okay, take a deep breath, be good, take a deep breath..."

"..."

Yannian nodded, listened to Jiang Beiyuan's words, and took a deep breath.

The snow outside was still falling and the road was slippery. The owners were all cautious and cautious. The black Aston Martin just made a **** road among many good cars.

But Jiang Beiyuan was still not satisfied.

He hated Aston Martin so much for the first time. He knew that he should drive a sports car today. Lamborghini and Maserati were not so slow, so slow he wanted to kill.

At the central hospital.

After turning off the fire, Jiang Beiyuan slammed the door and got out of the car, then quickly hugged the words from the back seat of the car.

"I'm heavy..."

Yannian smiled weakly, his face was terribly pale, like a piece of undyed white paper.

Her belly is swollen like a balloon.

"Not heavy. Not at all."

Jiang Beiyuan gently put her on the stretcher.

In the uproarious posture, the doctors and nurses around are waiting.

The doctors pushed Yan Nian to the operating room on a stretcher.

Jiang Beiyuan wanted to follow, but was stopped by Wang Shuang.

"Xiaojiang, your wife produces in our center. You have no reason not to go back to the center. Don't go to the people--"

Before Wang Shuang finished speaking, Jiang Beiyuan grabbed his collar and threw it to the ground.

"Mo Ji, if there is anything wrong with my wife and children, you, the director, will get out of here!"

After talking about bypassing Wang Shuang, he quickly ran towards the hospital.

The patient's face pointed to Wang Shuang and smiled, seeming to laugh at his embarrassment.

Wang Shuang patted the soil on his buttocks and stood up from the ground, his hands on his hips with anger.

"Humph! Jiang Beiyuan, you kid, you must apologize to me in the future!"

...

The doctors pushed Yannian into the operating room, and Yannian pulled Jiang Beiyuan's sleeve.

There was no blood on this pale little face, and it turned pale along with the usual pink lips.

She was a little humble, pulled him a little imploringly, her fingertips trembling, she couldn't hold him.

Jiang Beiyuan bent over and squatted in front of her, with the most tender and affectionate expression on his cold face.

"Daughter-in-law, what's the matter? You say."

"You stay with me, okay?"