Mr. Bo, Madam Is Pregnant!
Chapter 332: Bloody Memories

Chapter 332: Chapter 332: Bloody Memories

Plop.

Su Lu’s tears tumbled from her eyes, leaving Bo Jingshen speechless.

He almost instantly understood why Zhao Ying, upon saying she never wanted to see Su Lu’s tears again, would compromise, her eyes reddening, willing to let a man who once brought harm to her daughter, soothe and heal her daughter’s wounds.

Because, seeing Su Lu’s tears truly broke one’s heart.

Su Lu hung her head slightly, rows of clear tears continuously slid down her cheeks, like floodgates had opened, non-stop, gathering at her chin, then drip-dropping downwards.

"Don’t cry, don’t cry. It’s my fault," Bo Jingshen couldn’t help himself, gently pulling her into his arms, "It’s my fault, I was terribly wrong. I thought as long as I could withstand the sadness myself, as long as I could endure the long-lasting yearning it would be okay. I didn’t realize it would hurt you so much..."

Su Lu was pressed against his chest, as if igniting all of her grievances, she cried out loud.

"Woo... woo woo..." Her shoulders gently trembled, her entire body slightly shaking, "...jerk."

"It’s me who’s the jerk, it’s me," Bo Jingshen held her tight, his heart turning soft.

"At that time... I was almost dying. Didn’t you know?" Su Lu asked.

"I knew. I was almost dying too," Bo Jingshen’s voice was nasal, "So much blood, every drop felt like a knife to me, I thought then, if you were gone, I wouldn’t have lived either."

Bo Jingshen couldn’t even dare to recall the situation back then.

Too scared.

He had never seen so much blood, so much blood.

Flowing from the body of the woman he loved most, so much blood.

The operating room was in chaos.

Nurses rushed back and forth, constantly bags of blood were brought in, brought in. Nurses took turns forcefully squeezing the blood bags, trying to speed up the transfusion as much as possible.

It looked like blood was about to flow from Bo Jingshen’s eyes too.

Because the operating room was in chaos, no one noticed Bo Jingshen standing in the corner.

No one noticed this tall man, standing in the corner, curling forward, his face mask may have covered his face but couldn’t hide his eyes, tears crazily streaming from his eyes.

The mask covered his face of despair, his hands clutched each other, at that moment, he prayed to all the gods, just to let Su Lu survive, he was willing to die. He was willing to exchange his life for hers.

The only thing that kept him from completely collapsing was because the chief surgeon at the time, Professor Zhou and anesthesiologist Professor Chang, were quite stable.

Despite the critical situation and chaos in the operating room, Professor Zhou didn’t panic, the entire person was in a state that could withstand the pressure.

It must be said, in the operating room, the chief surgeon and the anesthesiologist are the backbone. As long as these two are not panicked, even if the situation is dire, they seemed to be able to stabilize it quickly.

Professor Zhou continued the surgery, calmly reaching out to the surgical nurse for things.

"Hemostatic gauze, more."

"Even more."

His hands moved quickly yet orderly, with a fluid precision.

From time to time, he asked the anesthesiologist, "Old Chang, how are the vitals?"

The anesthesiologist was a very senior chief anesthesiologist who had collaborated with Professor Zhou for many years, forming an incredibly tacit partnership.

Professor Chang said, "It’s not very optimistic. Are you planning to save the uterus?"

Professor Zhou hummed in agreement. "I want to save it; she hasn’t even reached thirty yet, she’s too young. It would be a pity to remove the uterus. I’ll try to stop the bleeding."

Professor Chang responded, "Alright then, continue with the procedure. I’m watching closely. I’ll speak up if it doesn’t work."

It was due to the stability of these two that Bo Jingshen hadn’t completely broken down.

Yet, he edged closer and closer to breaking down because the surgical nurse occasionally reminded Professor Zhou that Su Lu’s reserved blood was almost depleted.

This was a patient with a rare blood type, which made an already dangerous situation even more perilous.

The surgical nurse was very diligent, constantly reminding them until she almost seemed annoyed. "Professor Zhou! The blood! It’s almost gone!"

This comment struck Bo Jingshen like a hammer to the heart.

Professor Zhou rapidly responded, "Okay, okay, I know, I know, it will be done soon, it will be fine soon."

Eventually, after Professor Zhou had done everything he could and still couldn’t completely stop the bleeding, he resorted to an old method. He stuffed Su Lu’s uterus with hemostatic gauze, using the simplest and most direct method to stem the bleeding.

She had lost over seven thousand milliliters of blood, nearly having her entire blood volume replaced twice.

Bo Jingshen watched her pallid face as she was wheeled out of the operating room.

He even couldn’t remember how he got out of the operating room, didn’t remember how he got back to his car, only that his surgical gown was completely soaked with sweat.

He trembled all over, leaning on the steering wheel, weeping uncontrollably.

In the following days, whenever he closed his eyes, he would still see that field of red, and his ears rang incessantly, as if hallucinating, constantly hearing the beeping of the cardiac monitor, hearing the slowing beeps of the heart rate.

It almost drove him insane.

It was too painful.

"Xiao Le was so weak and fragile at that time..." Su Lu said with a tone of blame, and Bo Jingshen preferred her to express all her grievances in this way.

Su Lu continued, "You didn’t care about him, and now you suddenly want to be his father, how could you be such a jerk!"

Bo Jingshen sighed, "I know I was very wrong, incompetent, and shouldn’t have... I was indeed so afraid of losing you that I was prejudiced towards him. Maybe I really wasn’t a good father. Or rather, at that time, I just didn’t have the true feeling of being a father."

Back then, Bo Jingshen’s mental and psychological state had already become problematic, turning a bit extreme, and he even felt that... if it weren’t for this child, Su Lu wouldn’t have been in such danger.

If it weren’t because of this child...

"After undergoing some psychological counseling, I gradually began to recover," said Bo Jingshen with remorse. "Before that, I even refused to see him. When my mind finally eased, filled with immense shame, I went to the neonatal unit to see him, and he had already gotten through the most dangerous period by then. So, I didn’t witness his hardest times, and listening to descriptions of how weak and vulnerable he was when he was born made me feel incredibly ashamed."

"When I went to see him, he already looked like this. I had missed the time when he needed care the most, so out of profound shame for this child, I tattooed his image here." Bo Jingshen finally revealed his experiences from that time.