Mr. Bo, Madam Is Pregnant!
Chapter 155 Intentional

Chapter 155: Chapter 155 Intentional

Zhou Weizhen had worked in the hospital for many years, and it could be said that she had seen all the complexities of human nature, especially at the door of the operating room, where human nature is always at its most complex, with some hoping for life and others for death...

But right now, looking at the young man’s expression in front of her, Zhou Weizhen still felt a prick of conscience.

What kind of expression was that?

His hands tightly gripped the bed rail, as if clinging to a last lifeline, his hands taut with veins sticking out due to his grip.

His lips had little color, pursed tightly. His eyes were bloodshot, not just threaded with blood; they seemed as if they had been dyed with it.

He seemed unable to hear Zhou Weizhen’s words, his eyes unable to see anyone else.

He just stared at the bed where Su Lu lay.

He kept staring, as if he wanted to etch her into his soul, but actually, he had already engraved her there.

He kept staring as if no one could divert his gaze by even a fraction.

On the bed, Su Lu’s complexion was pale as paper, bloodlessness having drained all color from her face. Even though she had received a blood transfusion, her complexion wouldn’t recover so quickly.

Her body was connected to several portable devices, various tubes and wires, and drainage tubes, with dark red blood slowly flowing out of them.

It looked extremely striking, and it made one feel intense pain.

Her breathing was very light; if one didn’t stare at the subtle rise and fall of her chest, it would almost be invisible.

Bo Jingshen could hear the sound of his heart bleeding. He could hear the sound of a blunt knife, slowly cutting into his heart, and then grinding back and forth unhurriedly.

The sound of bloody, raw flesh.

Zhou Weizhen was relatively easy to talk to, but the nurse beside her was not so accommodating. Seeing Bo Jingshen clutching the rail and not letting go, she said, "Sir, please let go, do not hinder our work. If you do not cooperate, we will have to call security."

Jing Ruo quickly caught hold of Bo Jingshen’s arm and softly persuaded, "Brother, don’t interfere with other people’s work."

He acted as if he hadn’t heard her at all.

Jing Su indeed felt that something was wrong; Bo Jingshen seemed to have returned to the state he was in a few years ago, as if he couldn’t hear or see anything.

Seeing that her words couldn’t sway Bo Jingshen, Jing Ruo hesitated and then said, "She has just undergone surgery and is extremely weak. The facilities in the ward are better; continuing to delay here might not be appropriate."

Hearing this, Bo Jingshen’s eyes flickered slightly, showing a trace of fluctuation.

He raised his eyes to look at Zhou Weizhen, as if only now realizing the presence of others.

Before this, his world had been desolate, as if everyone else had ceased to exist.

Bo Jingshen looked towards Zhou Weizhen, "Is she doing okay?"

Zhou Weizhen didn’t know why, but she felt particularly compassionate towards this young man, although she had seen all sorts of human conditions and family members.

But this one in front of her was especially hard to bear.

So, although she didn’t speak, she nodded slightly.

Then Zhou Weizhen clearly saw in his bloodshot eyes, which had been still and dark like dead stars without any light, dark and somber.

After seeing Zhou Weizhen’s subtle nod, those dead stars struggled dyingly, flickering faintly as if gaining some light.

His voice was very hoarse, almost reduced to a mere breathy whisper.

He asked again, "Will it continue to improve?"

Zhou Weizhen sighed softly and nodded again.

The light in his eyes intensified.

Bo Jingshen took a deep breath, and for a moment, his eyes became moist.

"That’s good," he nodded, "That’s really good."

He knew Su Lu’s fallopian tubes were saved, and he breathed a huge sigh of relief. He hoped she would be well.

Jing Ruo was nearby, but before Jing Ruo could persuade him again, Bo Jingshen had already slowly released his grip on the bedrail. The unclenching was so difficult; it was almost like he was using his own willpower to pry his fingers open one by one.

It was as if he was reluctantly letting go of his entire world.

Zhou Weizhen glanced at him and then continued with the nurse to push Su Lu from the operating room towards the ward.

After entering the elevator,

the nurse finally muttered, "Professor Zhou! This isn’t right, the patient requested confidentiality."

Zhou Weizhen curled his lip, looking particularly unserious, "I forgot, okay? Besides, this confidentiality request clearly looks like Su Zhe’s bad idea. I saved his sister’s life; would he sue me?"

The nurse squinted at her, "You’re so bold because of this, aren’t you?"

"Can’t help it, that guy looked so handsome and was so affectionate. I don’t know the details, but I’ve seen plenty of distressing things outside the maternity surgery room. In earlier years, when there was the problem of choosing to save the mother or the child, it was even more distressing. Later, when there was no more such issue, the problem of painless childbirth started troubling us. It’s rare to see someone who never asked about the child and was solely concentrated on his wife."

Zhou Weizhen said, "It’s not easy, I don’t know what’s wrong with Su Zhe, I didn’t breach confidentiality, I just nodded my head, so I can’t move my neck now?"

The nurse was extremely helpless, probably knowing this was just how Professor Zhou was, and resignedly said, "Alright, alright, you have a point, let’s leave it."

The elevator reached the floor of the ward, and the door opened to reveal several men waiting outside.

Professor Zhou was taken aback, "Quite the scene, isn’t it?"

Each of the three men had their own style.

Su Zhe was still weak, pushing an IV stand, with a needle in the back of his hand administering a nutrient drip.

Next to him was Jing Su, who looked similar to Jing Ce, and beside him stood Shen Xun, a man exuding a military background from his upright posture.

Strictly speaking, Su Lu’s condition should have been confidential, but Shen Xun did save her life; his blood donation of several hundred cc wasn’t just blown in by the wind.

Su Zhe wasn’t so ungrateful as to deny Shen Xun the chance to meet Su Lu and personally thank her for the blood she had donated as a volunteer back then.

Because in this matter, Su Zhe could truly empathize, having been saved by Su Lu just like Shen Xun.

"How is it?"

Su Zhe asked.

Professor Zhou glared at him disapprovingly, "Isn’t it obvious? If you hadn’t caused chaos in my operating room, I could have been finished sooner. I think all the medicine you’ve studied has gone to waste. You’ve lost all sense and calm."

Su Zhe couldn’t really refute that, but he also knew that Su Lu was okay now, and immediately thanked her, "Thank you, Teacher Zhou."

A nurse whispered from the side, "She forgot just now, pushed the patient right out the main operating room doors and ran smack into..."—