"Okay, what do you need me to do?"
Feng Ling nodded without saying a word.
At this time, footsteps were heard and Chu Yan also came in. His face looked extremely ugly. How could he allow Feng Ling to be alone with Yue'er, especially when he heard that the child needed the medicine of his heart's blood, the suppressed jealousy in his heart invaded him again, because no one knew better than him that Feng Ling was the father of the child, so he needed his heart's blood.
"Just sit there."
Qingyue was very tired and weak all over, but she held on and didn't even cry out in pain.
Feng Ling's eyes never left Qing Yue, staring at her closely, his heart filled with only heartache.
He sat down obediently and took off his shirt immediately, revealing his muscular chest and even the crisscrossing scars.
"Taking blood from my heart will be very painful, but I will be quick. Just...be patient."
Qing Yuedao.
Finally, his voice softened a bit.
"It's okay, I can bear it. As long as I can help you, anything is fine."
He said.
Qing Yue lowered her eyes and did not respond.
Just spread out the tools and move forward.
Time was already very urgent, and the prescription she wrote must have been prepared by now. As long as the biological father's blood was added, the child could be saved.
Finally, she held the dagger and slowly stabbed Feng Ling's heart.
Directly facing the heart.
Before the operation, silver needles are inserted to block the acupuncture points to avoid damaging the heart meridians or excessive blood loss.
But this scene was an extremely cruel one, as if she was taking Feng Ling's life with her own hands. The heart was the most important part of the human body, carrying all the love, hatred and passion.
The dagger stabbed down, and Feng Ling groaned in pain, but it was only a groan before he stopped, only frowning slightly. "I'm fine, Yue'er, you continue."
He just looked at Qing Yue like that, without dodging or evading, as if telling her that he was willing to put his life in her hands.
Qing Yue just felt a blockage in her heart and it was very uncomfortable.
She should hate him. She hated him. He was the one who destroyed everything for her.
But at this moment, such overwhelming pain and sourness invaded her whole body.
The dagger went deeper and deeper, and Feng Ling didn't make any sound. The blood-red blood flowed along the dagger's lines into the bowl. His face gradually turned pale, and even his breathing became heavier, but he didn't make a single groan.
Drawing blood from the heart is the most painful.
And he didn't know that he was saving his own child.
He thought the child was Chu Yan's, but he was determined and didn't even refuse.
Everyone in the Qing family was silent, but who wouldn't be moved?
Chu Yan pursed his lips tightly. He wanted to rush forward and take his blood, but he knew he couldn't. The hands hanging by his side trembled uncontrollably. He was afraid and jealous. He saw Yue'er's red eyes.
Yue'er, don't forgive him, and don't fall in love with Feng Ling again. He won't be able to bear it and will go crazy.
Until Qingyue stopped.
Feng Ling's vision was a little blurry. He shook his head and saw that Qing Yue had put away the dagger. He quickly reached out and held Qing Yue's hand. "Is that enough?"
This was the closest they had been since the accident, their skin touching, one incredibly cold, the other scalding hot.
"That's enough."
"If it's not enough, you can get more."
Feng Ling said hurriedly.
"That's enough."
Qing Yuedao.
She talked to him and didn't tell him to get lost, which was nice.
"Yue'er, I am sitting here. As long as you need blood, I will provide it anytime."
He said urgently.
Qing Yue wanted him to leave, but she thought of something and stopped talking.
This is his child too.
He saved their children.
At this time, the medicine was finally boiled, and Doctor Wang hurried into the room, carrying it. "Princess, the medicine is ready. The only thing missing is the heart blood of the child's father. Have you got it?"
"Bring it here!"
Qing Yue said urgently.
Doctor Wang was too panicked. Although she had studied medicine for so many years, she had never encountered so many thrilling things as today, from the child being born prematurely, the mother's difficult labor, the malposition of the fetus, to the child's accident... If she had not been extremely panicked, she thought she would not have said so much and blurted out such a big secret in an instant.
Because when people are panicked, they tend to lose their ability to think and talk too much.
That is, the moment she said this, everyone looked at Feng Ling. It was a subconscious action.
Chu Yan looked at Doctor Wang with eyes as sharp as knives. His eyes were icy cold and filled with endless murderous intent.
Doctor Wang shuddered and almost dropped the medicine in her hand. She realized belatedly that she had said the wrong thing.
At this time, Qing Yue held her hand, took away the medicine, poured the small cup of her heart's blood into it, walked quickly to the bed, and fed the medicine to the child mouthful by mouthful.
Seeing that the child's complexion was getting better and better, and his breathing was becoming slower and no longer so rapid, Qing Yue almost shed tears.
How could the child drink medicine when he was just born? But he was so obedient. He opened his little mouth slightly and drank the medicine on the spoon bit by bit. Although he could only drink a little at a time, he was getting better visibly and his vitality became stronger. Her child survived.
Feng Ling, whose heart blood had been taken, felt a little dizzy. He sat on the chair, his eyes uncontrollably fixed on Qing Yue. Seeing her dragging her weak body after giving birth to save the little child, he felt his heart broken.
He really wanted to go up and hug her, but he didn't dare. He was also afraid of facing Yue'er's cold eyes telling him to go away.
So when Doctor Wang shouted that, he was a little slow to react and it didn't register with him.
But at the next moment, all eyes were on him. He was stunned for a moment, and then Doctor Wang's words echoed in his mind again.
——The last medicine is the hard work of the child’s father.
The child's father.
Blood from the heart.
who?
He raised his eyes and looked at Chu Yan. His fourth brother's eyes were extremely cold, as icy as ice and snow, and the strong murderous intent seemed to be about to pour out at the next moment!
He suddenly stood up, then opened his eyes wide in disbelief, his whole body shaking uncontrollably.
He has experienced too many things in his life, ups and downs, pain and joy.
I wanted to die, I wanted to live.
But at this moment, my mind went blank.
Without saying a word, his eyes turned red.
He stared closely at Qing Yue and the baby on the bed, and his gaze slowly swept over all the people in the room. At this moment, he suddenly understood and saw through the shocking truth.
"What did she say just now... She said her biological father's blood was her own, that child, he, he..."
He couldn't speak, but his eyes were filled with tears.
His lips trembled as he stared intently in the direction of Qingyue. Finally, as if unable to bear it any longer, he covered his newly bandaged chest with his hands. He choked with sobs as he looked at the girl with her back to him, the girl who had once pulled him out of the abyss, whom he loved to the core and hurt to the very core of his heart, yet who had been deeply hurt by him and thrown into hell. He said, "Yue'er, am I the child's father?..."
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