Mr. Bo, Madam Is Pregnant!
Chapter 150: Rescue

Chapter 150: Chapter 150: Rescue

Bo Jingshen’s words sent Zhou Xiaochu’s heart into a flutter.

"Xiao Shen, don’t be like this," Zhou Xiaochu said dryly, then laughed dryly, "Mom is doing this for your own good. What mother in the world would harm her own child? Mom just hopes that you can have a better life and background."

"Save it. My life was already very good, it could even have been better," Bo Jingshen said.

"As for what mother in the world would harm her own child? I can’t speak for others, but when I was six years old, you forgot me at the train station. Dad was so anxious, he became ill, this honest man who had never said a harsh word to you, he couldn’t help but scold you that time. It took a whole night of searching the train station and the surroundings before I was found sleeping in a hidden corner on the ground. You haven’t selectively forgotten this, have you?"

Bo Jingshen’s voice remained calm, even when speaking of such heartbreaking past events, it was as calm as if he were discussing someone else’s affairs.

"Xiao Shen, Mom didn’t do it on purpose back then. It was also Mom’s first time being a mother, you..." Zhou Xiaochu’s voice was urgent, but Bo Jingshen had heard enough and didn’t want to listen anymore.

"Let’s leave it at that, when I was a child, you said it was all my fault, that I wasn’t good enough, and that’s why you couldn’t have the life you wanted. Now I suppose I’m quite competent, and you’re living the life you wanted," Bo Jingshen said.

Without waiting for Zhou Xiaochu to speak, Bo Jingshen continued, "That’s it then. If Jing Ce has anything more he wants to say, he can come and talk to me. You and I have nothing more to discuss."

Bo Jingshen hung up the phone and added Zhou Xiaochu’s number to the blacklist.

He had never done this in all these years, no matter what he thought or what prejudices he had against his mother, he had never thought of cutting off contact. Even if he didn’t want to answer the phone, he would forward it to his secretary’s mobile.

But now he truly couldn’t do it anymore.

Even if all those past things could be let go, the thought that if it weren’t for her, his life could have been better and happier.

Even Bo Jingshen understood that with something like an ectopic pregnancy, even if he and Su Lu didn’t have today’s issue, the baby might still not be saved with an ectopic pregnancy.

But he still felt that if it weren’t for Jing Ce causing this mess, maybe the outcome would have been different, maybe everything would have been different.

Bo Jingshen stood outside the operating room like a frozen statue, continuing to quietly gaze at the liquid crystal display above the operating room’s door with Su Lu’s name and the words "in surgery."

As if to stand for eternity.

When Jing Ruo arrived, what she saw was Bo Jingshen standing like a statue.

He was motionless, not knowing how long he had been standing there, nor how much longer he would.

Jing Ruo’s eyes widened when she saw the content on the LCD screen.

She had never dreamed that things would turn out like this.

Although she had stressed to Bo Jingshen yesterday to prevent him from having regrets, now anything more said would be cold comfort.

It took Jing Ruo a while to muster the courage, then she gently asked, "Brother, how is it now?"

Jing Ruo thought Bo Jingshen wouldn’t answer because he looked completely dispirited, as if he had lost his soul.

But unexpectedly, he did answer.

Bo Jingshen shook his head, "I don’t know."

He paused for a moment, then repeated, "I don’t know."

Then he pointed to the LCD screen, "The contents of her medical records are all confidential. The only thing we can know is whether the surgery is in progress or not."

Jing Ruo, seeing that it was still in progress, asked softly, "Is she... doing okay?"

"Not good..." Bo Jingshen shook his head, "She ran into complication during the surgery and needs a transfusion, but she has a rare blood type. If the condition continues to worsen, she might be in danger."

Jing Ruo was shocked, "Is it that serious? But... doesn’t she have many brothers and sisters?"

"They’re not her blood relatives. The only one who could be of help is a single Su Zhe. If there’s not enough blood..." Bo Jingshen’s voice trailed off abruptly.

His voice seemed to go mute all of a sudden, his already reddened eyes, at that moment, turned even redder... as if stained with blood.

Jing Ruo also noticed his sudden emotional freeze, and then she saw it too—the three red characters for "emergency resuscitation" displayed on the LCD screen.

She saw Bo Jingshen almost unable to stand.

Jing Ruo hurriedly supported him, trying to get him to sit down on a chair to the side.

But Bo Jingshen, as if depleted of all his strength, simply couldn’t stay upright, staggering backwards several steps; Jing Ruo couldn’t hold him up, and he stumbled against the wall, then slid down it to the floor.

Curling his knees, one hand covering his eyes, his head buried in his knees.

"Brother!" Jing Ruo cried anxiously.

She had never seen Bo Jingshen like this before; she was indeed a bit frightened.

She knelt beside Bo Jingshen, "Are you okay? Don’t scare me, should I call a doctor?"

Bo Jingshen shook his head, without saying a word.

He didn’t speak, but Jing Ruo saw warm tears seeping through the gaps in his fingers.

It turned out that even the coldest of people had tears that were warm.

...

Inside the operating room, the atmosphere was tense, but not yet solemn.

Professor Zhou carried on with her actions calmly and methodically.

"You’re really affecting my concentration," Zhou Weizhen said.

Su Zhe had also put on surgical attire and was seated not far from the operating table, "I won’t distract you. I won’t talk. Besides, I have to donate blood."

"It’s not usual for a blood donor to be able to come into the operating room to donate..." Professor Zhou blocked him with a remark.

Su Zhe didn’t argue and merely asked, "How are things going?"

"The situation isn’t good, but it’s still under control," Professor Zhou said, "If you ask me, there’s no need to turn on the ’emergency resuscitation’ light. Isn’t that just frightening? I’ve always been against using that light. The family members are already psychologically fragile and panicking. Wouldn’t they be scared to death by seeing that?"

"I am the family member," Su Zhe said.

Unusually, Professor Zhou, who had been very focused and hadn’t looked up the entire time, glanced at Su Zhe, "So, who are you trying to scare? You kid, you’re really sneaky."

The old ginger is spicier—they say; she saw through Su Zhe’s trick at a glance.

Cheng Youran was assisting at the operating table, and upon hearing this, she turned to Su Zhe, "Could it be... they are outside?"

Su Zhe shrugged.

Cheng Youran instantly felt it was right! The light for emergency resuscitation should be turned on.

Cheng Youran pouted, "Really... what was done earlier."

Then she saw Su Zhe sitting to the side, his face somewhat pale and his lips devoid of much color.

"Are you okay, senior? Do you need to rest for a bit?" Cheng Youran asked with concern.

Su Zhe gestured with his hand, "I’m fine."

Professor Zhou frowned, "Fine what fine, don’t faint in my operating room later; get out of here."

From this, it seemed that the situation with the surgery was indeed not too bad.

Su Zhe felt it was not too bad as well. Thus, he decided to heed Professor Zhou’s words and go to rest, but just as he was about to stand up, the monitor let out a piercing alarm.