Chapter 412 Yang Yiyi's threatened miscarriage?
"You saw the newspaper?" Su Yue's lips curled up.
"I saw it." Gu Beichen's voice was tinged with laughter. "That old fox Lin Zhihong has really pulled out all the money he had left for his coffin this time."
“He’s not stupid.” Su Yue kicked a pebble at her feet. “He knows the value of Hunter-9 better than anyone. This five million is for the exclusive distribution rights in the Southeast Asian market. He’s made a killing.”
"It doesn't matter how much he earns, as long as you earn too." Gu Beichen paused. "Are you tired?"
"It's alright." Su Yue looked at the setting sun in the distance, which dyed the sea a blood red. "It just feels like... we've only just begun our journey."
"Walk slowly." Gu Beichen's voice was deep and firm. "If the road is uneven, I'll shovel it for you. If it gets dark, I'll light your way. Su Yue, keep moving forward, don't look back."
Su Yue gripped the phone tightly.
"good."
After hanging up the phone, she took a deep breath, the air, mixed with the smell of the sea and earth, filling her lungs and making her feel exceptionally refreshed.
"Huo Wenxuan".
"exist!"
"Pass the word down, everyone in the factory is to work overtime." Su Yue turned and walked back, her clothes fluttering in the wind. "The first batch of equipment will arrive at the port next week. I want to see the first mass-produced 'Hunter-9' roll off the production line within three months."
"Three months?!" Huo Wenxuan cried out in dismay. "Even the donkeys in the production team wouldn't dare to be used like that!"
"Can't do it?" Su Yue stopped and turned to look at him.
"I can do it!" Huo Wenxuan gritted his teeth. "At worst, I won't sleep! As long as the money is right, I'll give you my life!"
Su Yue smiled.
She stood atop a high earthen slope, overlooking the entire factory area. One by one, the lights came on, forming a dazzling galaxy.
This is no longer a small daily chemical factory; it is a rising commercial empire, a behemoth about to change the times.
But this is just the beginning.
"The wind is picking up."
Su Yue tightened her coat and looked north.
The winds in the capital must be even noisier than here, right? Now that we've secured this place, it's time to move the battlefield to another location.
There are some accounts that need to be settled properly in the capital.
My flight to Beijing is booked for three days from now.
Before this, Su Yue had another worry on her mind.
Yang Yiyi's belly.
Ever since the last pregnancy diagnosis, Yun Mu has treated this girl like a fragile porcelain doll, wishing he could hold her in his hands and cherish her.
But the little one in her belly seemed to be a mischievous devil, giving Yang Yiyi quite a hard time.
The military compound, the Yang family.
As soon as you enter, a strong smell of sour oranges hits you.
Yang Yiyi slumped on the sofa, holding an unpeeled orange in her hand. Her face was sallow, and she had lost a lot of weight. Her once round chin had become pointed.
Hearing the noise, she struggled to lift her eyelids, but before she could speak, her stomach churned, and she covered her mouth and rushed to the bathroom.
The sound of vomiting was heart-wrenching.
Su Yue placed the two cans of pregnancy milk powder she was carrying on the table, walked quickly to the bathroom door, and gently patted Yang Yiyi's back.
"Why are you vomiting like this?" Su Yue handed her a glass of warm water.
Yang Yiyi rinsed her mouth, then leaned weakly against the door frame, her eyes red and swollen: "I vomit everything I eat, even water. Yun Mu was so worried his mouth was full of blisters, and he even ran to the cafeteria to beg me some pickled cucumbers."
"This is too much suffering." Su Yue put her hand on her wrist.
The pulse is thready and slippery, but somewhat weak and floating, indicating a deficiency of both qi and blood.
"You still need to go to the hospital for a full check-up." Su Yue withdrew her hand. "I happen to be free today, so I'll go with you to the military hospital to register."
Yang Yiyi touched her slightly protruding belly and smiled wryly: "Yun Mu originally said he would take leave to be with me, but I saw that he had a lot of training recently, so I told him not to bother. With you here, I feel more at ease."
The jeep drove smoothly and stopped in front of the obstetrics and gynecology department of the military hospital twenty minutes later.
Register, queue, urine test, blood pressure measurement.
After going through the whole process, Yang Yiyi was so tired that she was panting.
The doctor in charge of the examination was a woman in her forties surnamed Liu. She frowned as she looked at the test results: "Three pluses for ketones, severe hyperemesis gravidarum. If this continues, both the mother and the baby will be in danger. Go lie down on the bed over there and let's listen to the fetal heartbeat."
Yang Yiyi obediently lay down and lifted her clothes.
The cool coupling gel was applied to my belly, and the probe slid back and forth on it.
The "thump-thump-thump" heartbeat that should have been heard was nowhere to be heard.
Dr. Liu frowned, increased the pressure on his hands, and pressed on the abdomen.
Yang Yiyi keenly sensed something was wrong and instinctively grabbed the bed sheet: "Doctor... what's wrong? Can't you hear me?"
"Don't speak." Dr. Liu stared at the black and white screen, a fine layer of sweat beading on his forehead.
Su Yue stood to the side, looking at the display screen.
The image is blurry, but an irregular dark area can be seen at the edge of the gestational sac.
Just then, Yang Yiyi suddenly gasped and curled up, saying, "It hurts... my stomach hurts..."
A warm liquid flowed down her inner thigh.
The bright red color was glaring.
Dr. Liu was startled and almost dropped the probe: "Oh no! There's spotting! Quick, get the ambulance! It might be a threatened miscarriage!"
The consultation room instantly descended into chaos.
Yang Yiyi stared at the splash of red, her mind went blank, and the color drained from her face instantly.
Fear, like an invisible hand, gripped her throat tightly.
“Su Yue… my child… my child…” She gripped Su Yue’s hand tightly, her nails almost digging into her flesh, tears streaming down her face.
Su Yue grabbed her wrist with her other hand, with great force, as if she wanted to transfer power through this method.
"Don't panic!"
Su Yue uttered two words without a tremor in her voice.
She pushed aside the flustered nurse, pressed Yang Yiyi's Guanyuan acupoint with one hand, and quickly took out a silver needle kit from her bag with the other.
"Dr. Liu, prepare 40 mg of progesterone, intramuscular injection. Also, administer an IV drip of glucose and vitamin B6."
As Su Yue gave the order, she twisted the silver needles and precisely inserted them into the acupoints.
Dr. Liu was stunned for a moment, looking at Su Yue's incredibly skilled technique, and subconsciously nodded: "Okay! Go and prepare!"
The slight stinging sensation as the silver needles entered her body slightly diverted Yang Yiyi's attention.
Su Yue leaned down and whispered in her ear, "Yiyi, listen to me. The more panicked you are now, the stronger your contractions will be, and the more dangerous it will be for the baby. Take deep breaths and follow my rhythm."
Inhale—exhale—
Yang Yiyi's lips trembled as she forced herself to follow Su Yue's instructions.
"Su Yue...I'm scared..."
"What are you afraid of? I'm here." Su Yue inserted another needle, this time into Zusanli. "As long as I'm here, even the King of Hell would have to offer him a cigarette at the door. This child is tough, just like his father, he won't die so easily."
Just then, a series of hurried footsteps echoed down the corridor, accompanied by the sound of heavy objects hitting the ground.
The door was suddenly kicked open.
Yun Mu rushed in, covered in sweat, two buttons of his military uniform popped open, and he was still clutching the glass jar he had just begged for, with the pickled cucumbers inside swaying precariously.
Seeing Yang Yiyi lying on the hospital bed, her face pale and covered with a blood-stained white sheet, this tough man who shed blood but not tears on the battlefield almost collapsed to his knees.
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