Lan Chu put aside her eyes and didn't want to see her.

But Lan Xinmei lowered her eyes and looked at her quietly. There was still a bit of sharpness and strength in her eyes. "I hope you can think about this matter clearly. Divorce is good for all of us."

Although Lan Chu's stomach hurt severely and her face didn't look very good, she still chuckled sarcastically.

She looked out the window, "I think the divorce is good to you, right? When we get divorced, you, Lan Xinmei, can you, be pestered openly and not be called a mistress by others. Is this the abacus?"

"You..." Lan Xinmei was obviously poked into the pain.

She really wanted to grab Bai Jingchen back, and often accompanied him at times, but she was nameless after all, and occasionally she was criticized because Bai Jingchen was married.

Lan Xinmei narrowed her eyes, "Lan Chu, do you know you are selfish? Even if you are about to die, you will not let Bai Jingchen go."

Lan Chu's stomach was already in pain.

She felt a smell of sweetness surge in her throat. Her hands hidden in the quilt tightly pressed her painful stomach. She forced herself to endure it so that she did not show any embarrassment in front of the other side...

"Whether divorce or not is it a matter between me and my husband, and you have no right to interfere with our family affairs."

Lan Chu lowered his voice and said, "Lan Xinmei, you are willing to be a mistress. I don't even want to be a shameless person. Besides, my husband has no idea about you. As for whether I am willing to divorce or not, it has nothing to do with you!"

"Lan Chu, you..."

"Get out." Lan Chu rarely showed anger. She endured the pain and roared at Lan Xinmei.

She pressed her stomach hard, "If you don't get out, I'll call someone."

Lan Xinmei glanced at the episte next to her bed and nodded, "Okay, you don't want to listen to my advice, I'll leave."

"But I have already explained everything I should say, you should think carefully about it yourself." After saying that, she turned around and left.

"Bang--" The door of the ward was closed fiercely.

Hearing the roaring sound of the door closing, Lan Chu could no longer hold it back. She then turned over and sat up and coughed a few times.

"Ring--" Just then the phone just rang.

Lan Chu glanced at her side with a glance, and saw her cell phone vibrating next to her, and the caller ID was displayed on the screen - Bai Jingchen.

She reached out and wiped it to her phone very hard.

But the fishy sweetness that was finally suppressed suddenly surged out, and she vomited a mouthful of blood.

"Puff--" Blood immediately splattered on the phone screen.

The black screen bottom shows the caller ID in white words, and is surrounded by terrifying blood stains. The black, white and red colors blend together, as if it is a warning of death.

Lan Chu vomited the blood and fell into a coma.

"Beep beep beep—" the alarm sounded immediately!

...

Shi Qinglan was talking to the director about the operation plan in the office.

The nurse ran to the office panting, "The patient in the ward vomited blood and fell into a coma!"

"What?" Shi Qinglan suddenly raised his eyes.

She immediately put down the information in her hand and stood up, grabbed a white coat, and then stepped on her slender legs and rushed over.

Shi Qinglan walked out while wearing a white coat, his pace was as fast as the wind was blowing, and the hem of the white coat floated backwards.

She took the medical record handed over by the nurse and said, "Tell me the situation."

"Suddenly vomiting 300 milliliters of blood, the person is already in a coma, and his blood pressure is falling." The nurse tried to report the situation calmly.

Hearing that three hundred milliliters of blood were vomiting, Shi Qinglan's eyes were obviously stern. She stuffed the medical record in her hand back into the nurse's arms and immediately decided, "Prepare for the operation immediately, I will take the surgery."

"Okay." The nurse nodded and immediately went to prepare.

Shi Qinglan accelerated his pace and ran into the surgery preparation room, rushed to the operating room, picked up her scalpel...

Meanwhile, the President's Office of Bai's Group.

Bai Jingchen tried to call Lan Chu again, but he did not get a response until the phone was automatically hung up.

He held his cell phone and looked down at the call record. He dialed it for more than a dozen times and was not connected or hung up.

Bai Jingchen felt a little panicked inexplicably, and his eyes kept beating, making him feel upset that he couldn't do anything. Even his hands suddenly trembled, "Bang--"

He accidentally touched the coffee cup at hand.

The porcelain cup with gold edges suddenly fell to pieces on the ground. This coffee cup was given to him by Lan Chu before. The little girl always likes to make some tricks, so that most of the daily necessities of the two were couples, including his coffee cup...

The one he used was printed on the white porcelain with Lan Chu's Q-version character pattern, and Bai Jingchen immediately bent down to pick up the fragments.

"Hiss--" But the sharp porcelain edge cut his hand.

He didn't care about the wound on his hand, but thought that the cup was given by Lan Chu. She would definitely be unhappy if she knew it was broken. Moreover, her pattern was printed on the cup, so the man reduced all the fragments, but unfortunately the pattern was broken.

The baby face happened to be split in half from the middle...

Bai Jingchen frowned slightly. He always felt that something was about to happen, so he picked up his cell phone and called Lan Chu again.

...

The lights in the oncology operating room were on.

Lan Chu's cell phone was lying on her original hospital bed and was constantly vibrating. The screen of the phone was illuminating and showing the man's name, but no one paid attention to the phone at this moment.

There was no one waiting outside the corridor in the operating room.

It was terrifyingly quiet, as if the person who was hanging on a thread in the operating room had no one to accompany him except Shi Qinglan, who was the chief surgeon.

"Doctor Shi, what should I do?" the director looked at her.

Shi Qinglan's surgical gloves were already stained with a lot of blood. She held the scalpel in one hand and the hemostatic forceps in the other.

Her beautiful eyes narrowed her eyes and looked at the girl who was already open, "It's already open, and this surgery will be performed no matter what."

"That critical illness notice..." The director hesitated a little.

He knew the identity of the person lying in the operating room, the wife of Bai Jingchen, the former Miss Lan, the head of the Bai family.

"I'll sign." Shi Qinglan opened his lips without hesitation, "If something happens to her, I'll take this responsibility."

"Let's take the surgery." She lowered her eyes and inserted the hemostatic forceps into it.

The director couldn't help but hesitate, but Shi Qinglan's identity was there and her position in the field of medicine was there, so the director couldn't care about so much, so he could only believe...

After all, there is a living life in front of you.

Although the success rate of the surgery is extremely low, if she doesn't do it at all... she will definitely die.
Chapter completed!