Chapter 255 Peaceful Days
His gaze darted back and forth between the road ahead and the rearview mirror, unsure where to look—one was his now lawfully wedded wife, Xiuye, who was enduring the pain of childbirth for him; the other was Shen Cuifen, whom he had once deeply loved but had long since lost, who was now also carrying his child.
His mind was a jumbled mess, his memories fluttering in the wind like torn pieces of paper.
Past vows, present responsibilities, the cries of two women, the future of their children…
Everything was intertwined, pressing down on him so much that he could barely breathe.
"Don't think too much, save them first!"
He roared at himself in his mind, his voice almost tearing his chest apart.
He took a deep, forceful breath, trying to suppress his chaotic thoughts.
His heart was pounding wildly in his chest, but he forced himself to calm down.
He slammed on the gas pedal, the tires screeching against the pavement, and the car shot off like an arrow, carrying the two critically ill women, speeding towards the hospital.
Upon arriving at the hospital, nurses were already waiting with a stretcher at the emergency room entrance.
Medical staff quickly lifted Xiuye and Shen Cuifen onto stretchers, their movements swift yet careful.
The blinding light flashed across the corridor, and the metal wheels made a rapid clattering sound as they rubbed against the ground.
The nurse ran while shouting back, "Family members, keep up! Don't fall behind!"
The voice echoed in the empty corridor, carrying a sense of urgency and command.
Dong Wenxuan reached out to support Zhao Lin, who was unsteady on his feet, and the two of them followed behind the stretcher, panting heavily.
Dong Wenxuan's jacket was soaked with cold sweat and clung to his back, making every step he took feel incredibly heavy.
His gaze never left those two pale faces, and he prayed in his heart that they would both be safe.
Not long after, Xiuye was the first to be pushed out.
The operating room door slammed shut. The doctor removed his mask, held a medical record in his hand, glanced around, and asked, "Where are the family members? Who are the family members?"
Dong Wenxuan immediately stepped forward, his voice hoarse: "It's me, I'm her husband."
The doctor nodded and said calmly, "Your wife's condition has stabilized and she is out of danger for now. The baby is also doing well in the womb and there are no signs of premature labor. She needs to be observed for the next 24 hours. Please make sure she gets plenty of rest and stays calm."
He felt a sudden sense of relief, as if a huge boulder had finally been lifted from his shoulders.
Just as I was about to say thank you, my throat tightened and my eyes welled up with tears.
Just then, a nurse's urgent shout came from the other side of the corridor: "Where are Shen Cuifen's family members? Shen Cuifen's family members, come here quickly!"
Dong Wenxuan stopped in his tracks, frozen in place.
That call cut into his heart like a knife.
He knew that the unborn child was also his.
We are connected by blood; it cannot be denied, nor can it be escaped.
Xiuye was alright for the time being, but he didn't stop.
He gritted his teeth, helped Zhao Lin up, and silently turned into another brightly lit corridor.
His steps were heavy, as if each step was on thorns.
Zhao Lin glanced back at him, her face filled with unease and worry.
His eyes held both questioning and heartache, but in the end he only sighed softly and said nothing more.
Outside the operating room, the doctor was already waiting, clutching a freshly printed test report, his brow furrowed.
Seeing them approach, he immediately went to greet them and asked urgently, "Are you the child's father? We need a family member's signature; the situation is urgent, and we must decide on a surgical plan immediately."
Dong Wenxuan subconsciously raised his hand, wanting to nod in agreement.
But in that instant, Zhao Lin suddenly grabbed his arm tightly.
That calloused hand had immense strength, as if it were trying to pull him back from the edge of a cliff.
Zhao Lin spoke up quickly, her voice low but exceptionally firm: "He is my son, and I am her mother! Shen Cuifen is my daughter, and I am her only direct relative!"
As he spoke, he shakily pulled out the martyr's certificate, its edges faded and its pages yellowed, from the inside pocket of Dong Wenxuan's coat.
The handwriting on the document was blurry, but the three characters "Chen Yuanshan" were still clearly legible.
He handed the documents to the doctor, his voice low but clear: "Shen Cuifen's husband was a martyr, he sacrificed his life long ago... he's gone."
The doctor took the documents, glanced at them, then looked up at the mother and child with their complex expressions, a knowing glint in his eyes.
He paused for a few seconds, nodded slightly, handed the documents back, and turned to walk quickly into the operating room.
The corridor fell silent again, with only the faint hum of the fluorescent lights lingering in the air.
He sighed and slowly handed the thin piece of paper to Dong Wenxuan, his voice low and solemn: "We just conducted a detailed examination with instruments, and the results show that the fetus has no heartbeat. This situation is very clear; it is a stillbirth."
His brow furrowed, and his tone carried a heavy regret. "If a stillborn fetus remains in the mother's body for an extended period, it can cause serious infection and even endanger her life. Therefore, we must perform a dilation and curettage (D&C) procedure immediately and cannot delay for even a second longer. Otherwise, the consequences will be unimaginable, and something truly terrible will happen."
child……
That's all?
Zhao Lin stood there, as if struck by lightning. His mind went blank, and it felt like a thousand bees were frantically buzzing in his ears.
Her vision blurred instantly, her body swayed, and she almost lost her balance.
In that instant, she felt as if her heart was being gripped tightly and torn apart, the pain making it hard to breathe.
She was filled with regret, so much so that she wanted to slap herself hard.
Why?
Why rush to find Dong Wenxuan at this critical juncture?
Is the matter of dividing the family property really that important?
Is it worth it for her to risk her life and go through all that trouble?
Is it worth putting her newly pregnant child in danger?
No, it's not worth it at all!
She can't remember the past, but right now she has a well-behaved child, Xiuye, and the opportunity to live a peaceful life. Isn't that more precious than any wealth or struggle?
But because of a moment of impulse, she lost everything she should have cherished most...
The doctor immediately noticed the shock and pain on their faces, and his expression became increasingly serious.
He lowered his voice, his tone gentle yet carrying an undeniable sense of urgency: "This is the surgical consent form, and the family must sign it immediately. The longer we delay, the higher the risk of infection, and her life will be in grave danger."
He paused, his gaze sweeping over the two men's pale faces. "If you hesitate any longer, you might not even be able to save them—listen to my advice, don't hesitate any longer."
Dong Wenxuan's gaze fell on Zhao Lin's face. He saw that her lips were pale, her eyes were empty and lifeless, and she looked as if her soul had been taken away.
His heart clenched suddenly, as if an invisible hand had twisted his chest hard, the pain making it almost impossible for him to breathe.
He instinctively took a step forward, reaching out to take the pen and consent form, wanting to make this heavy decision for her.
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