Lu Xinqing!

The moment she brushed past, Lu Xinqing subconsciously turned around. Just as she was about to stop the woman who hit her, she was stunned on the spot. Her familiar back and half of her beautiful profile …

Mo Han!

It must be her!

There can't be such a similar person in this world!

Thinking of this, Lu Xinqing hurriedly followed.

Mo Han did not expect that the person he bumped into was Lu Xinqing, nor did she expect Lu Xinqing to recognize her.

Moreover, he quietly followed behind.

Mo Han, who did not notice anything, returned to the operating room and immediately picked up her phone to call Shen Donglin.

She remembered that the last time she had dinner, Ning Yao had personally said that she was pregnant with Shen Donglin's child and that they were about to get married …

The phone was quickly connected, and a familiar voice sounded in his ear, "Wanwan, can I help you?"

"Donglin." Mo Han pursed her lips and lowered her eyes. "I'm in the hospital now."

"You, why are you in the hospital? Did something happen?"

Shen Donglin, who was on the other end of the phone, was very anxious. Without noticing the other people's gazes, he suddenly stood up excitedly.

Mo Han took a deep breath and whispered, "Donglin, it's not me. It's Little Yao. She cut her wrist at home and committed suicide. I just sent her to the hospital."

Shen Donglin was slightly stunned, and his expression instantly turned ugly. He anxiously said, "Wanwan, give me the address. I'll rush over now."

"The Second People's Hospital on Qingsong Road."

"Wait for me. I'll be there soon. By the way, Wanwan, don't tell her parents about this."

…

Looking at the gradually dimming screen of her phone, Mo Han did not call Ning Yao's parents in the end.

She leaned against the wall and sat dejectedly in the corner, her hands tightly hugging her calves, her chin resting on her knees, her gaze fixed on the tightly closed door not far away.

"Mo Han, if you don't come to see me now, you'll never see me again in your life. I promise you, I'm definitely not threatening you …"

When she heard Ning Yao say this, Mo Han was still holding onto a sliver of luck in her heart.

She didn't want to believe that a person who loved life so much would choose to cut his wrist and commit suicide!

Is it related to Shen Donglin?

Mo Han knocked hard on his forehead, or was it because her return made Shen Donglin shake?

She suddenly remembered many things, from the first day of her release to the last meal of the three of them …

Did Ning Yao mind her existence from the beginning?

Lu Xinqing, who was hiding at the corner, felt as if a storm was stirring up in her heart. For a moment, she wished she could rush forward immediately and draw a few bloody marks on the face that made her go crazy with jealousy.

That face was clearly Mo Han's.

Even after so many years, that face was still clean, bright, and flawless.

Shouldn't she be old and ugly after being in prison for so long?

Why now …

Lu Xinqing curled up her fingers forcefully and hatred surged in the depths of her eyes. She gritted her teeth and roared in her heart, "Why?"

She won't give up. She won't die.

After a while, Lu Xinqing calmed herself down. She did not go forward to catch up with Mo Han because she knew that Mo Han hated her to the bone just like she hated Mo Han.

She ran to the reception desk.

After counseling, she found out that the person who appeared in the hospital with Mo Han was Ning Yao, Mo Han's best friend.

Lu Xinqing did not leave the hospital. She found an inconspicuous Di Mo to hide at the entrance of the emergency room.

She was waiting for Mo Han to come out.

When Shen Donglin rushed over, he raised his eyes and saw Mo Han squatting in a corner.

His heart ached and he hurriedly walked forward.

Seemingly hearing the dull sound of footsteps, Mo Han slowly raised her head. Her eyes couldn't help but light up, and the corner of her mouth pulled lightly. She tried very hard to smile at the person not far away, "Donglin."

Shen Donglin reached out to help her up and comforted her, "Don't be afraid! Ning Yao will be fine."

Mo Han pursed her lips and nodded forcefully, "Well, she'll be fine, she'll definitely be fine."

"Donglin, you and Little Yao …"

She seemed to want to ask something, but she didn't know how to say it. The last time we had dinner together, she was still fine. It's only been a few days …

Shen Donglin fell silent.

He lowered his head, and every expression on his face seemed to be refusing to answer this question.

Mo Han bit the corner of her lips. She couldn't care less. Ning Yao was already lying in surgery.

She took a step forward and raised her head slightly. Her bright apricot eyes stared straight into Shen Donglin's eyes, as if she wanted to reach the depths of his soul.

"Shen Donglin, tell me, what happened between you and Little Yao? Why did she suddenly forget to cut her wrist and commit suicide? Didn't the three of us have a good meal together last time?"

Mo Han couldn't understand why Ning Yao wanted to commit suicide.

She remembered Ning Yao saying that she was already pregnant with Shen Donglin's child, so why could she still be ruthless?

Shen Donglin lowered his eyes, neither dodging nor avoiding, nor speaking, only letting Mo Han stare coldly at him.

Mo Han suddenly couldn't stand it and felt her heart tighten.

She suddenly raised her voice, "Shen Donglin!"

After a long time, Shen Donglin slowly curled up the corner of his mouth and smiled carelessly. "Wanwan, do you want me to marry her?" He asked.

Mo Han was stunned for a moment before subconsciously blurting out, "Shouldn't you marry her?"

"Donglin, the child in Little Yao's stomach is yours. No one forced you to have sex with her."

She raised her clean and beautiful little face and knitted her eyebrows together tightly.

Shen Donglin's eyes were cold and indifferent, and not a single ray of light could be seen. It was as if they were covered by a thick dark cloud.

At the end of her sentence, Mo Han's voice was a little hoarse, "Shen Donglin, you volunteered. Since you volunteered, then you should be responsible for your actions …"

He suddenly smiled and said, "Wanwan, teach me, what am I supposed to do?"

Mo Han's heart trembled, and her fingers slowly curled up on both sides of her thigh.

She lowered her eyelids and said coldly and rationally, "Marry Little Yao and raise your common child."

"Alright."

Shen Donglin agreed.

He agreed straightforwardly without the slightest hesitation. The smile on his lips made people feel as if they were bathed in spring breeze.

Seeing Shen Donglin agree, Mo Han's heart finally landed on her chest. Because she knew that as long as Shen Donglin promised her, he would never break his promise.

Never.

The door to the operating room suddenly opened from the inside. A nurse hurriedly walked out of the room. She didn't even look at Mo Han and Shen Donglin and walked straight in front of them.

Not long after, he hurriedly left the ward.

Soon, the nurse came out again.

This time, the nurse went straight to Mo Han and asked, "Which of you is the patient's family?"

Mo Han was stunned for a moment and said, "He and I are friends of the patient. It was me who sent the patient to the hospital."

"It's like this. The type A blood in our hospital's blood bank is in an emergency. If any of you have type A blood, come with me."

"Nurse, I am."

"Alright, then follow me."

This meant that he needed to extract blood from Mo Han's body and then give it to Ning Yao.

Shen Donglin wanted to say something, but the corner of his mouth twitched slightly, but in the end, he didn't say a word.

Mo Han followed the nurse into the operating room.

As soon as she walked in, she asked the surgeon impatiently, "Doctor, how is my friend?"

"She lost too much blood. Fortunately, she was saved in time. If she was half an hour later …"

The doctor didn't say anything, but Mo Han could guess that if it was half an hour later, he would definitely die.

Lying on the operating table, Ning Yao was unconscious. She closed her eyes tightly, as if she was in great pain.

Her face became paler and paler, and she could even see the azure blood vessels beneath her skin.

Mo Han pursed her lips and carefully asked, "Then, what about the child in her stomach?"

"The child is fine and safe. However, in the future, things like cutting one's wrist and committing suicide can't happen again."

"Thank you, doctor. I will tell her."

As she spoke, Mo Han was already lying on the operating table beside her. The sharp needle pierced through her skin and stabbed into the blood vessels on her wrist.

Very quickly, the transparent thin tubes were filled with dark red blood.

Her blood would slowly flow into Ning Yao's body through this thin tube.

The moment she got off the operating table, Mo Han only felt top-heavy. Fortunately, she grabbed the railing in time and leaned against it to rest for a while. Only then did the nurse lead her out of the operating room.

Ning Yao hadn't woken up yet.

But the doctor said that she was out of danger and would soon wake up.

Shen Donglin, who was guarding the door of the operating room, seemed to be even paler than Mo Han, who had just finished drawing blood. He would occasionally glance at the tightly shut door.

He could not remember how many times he had seen that familiar figure walk out of the room.

He also looked down at his watch from time to time.

Time passed very slowly, minute by minute.

Suddenly, the door opened.

Shen Donglin was slightly stunned as he raised his eyes to look over.

A face as pale as paper was caught off guard and burst into his field of vision.

He was stunned and walked forward without hesitation. He held her hand tightly and frowned, "Wanwan, why is your face so ugly? How much blood did they draw from your body?"

"I'm fine. I just need to rest for a while and then eat a big meal."

Mo Han pursed her lips and half-narrowed her eyes as she smiled.

She pulled out her hand without a trace and smiled, "Oh right, Donglin, Little Yao is out of danger, and the baby in her stomach is fine."

Shen Donglin lowered his eyes and suddenly laughed, "Then I'll take you to a big meal later."

In the ward.

Ning Yao had already woken up, and her face was no longer as pale as before. There was a trace of blood on her face.

She turned her head and looked at her left wrist. It was covered in a layer of white gauze. The gauze was covered with sparks of blood.

A needle was tied to the back of her other hand, and ice-cold liquid entered her body through a thin transparent tube.

Ning Yao also saw Mo Han and Shen Donglin sitting on the sofa beside the hospital bed.

She knew that Mo Han would definitely arrive in time, and she would definitely notify Shen Donglin.

As for Shen Donglin, he would think of a way to hide the fact that she had cut her wrist to commit suicide.

Ning Yao was even clearer in her heart. From now on, Shen Donglin would definitely willingly marry her and would not be as perfunctory as before.

Apart from herself, no one knew that this was a play that she had carefully planned. There were only three actors that made Shen Donglin willing to marry her. She, Shen Donglin, and the most important Mo Han …

Seeing that Ning Yao, who was lying on the hospital bed, suddenly moved, and then opened her eyes, Mo Han's face was filled with joy. She hurriedly stood up and moved closer to Ning Yao, "Little Yao, are you awake?"

Ning Yao looked at Mo Han blankly, then looked at Shen Donglin beside Mo Han, "Where, where is this?"

"This is a hospital." Mo Han smiled and said, "Little Yao, you are fine. The doctor said that as long as you have a good rest, you will be discharged from the hospital very soon."

As she spoke, she gave Shen Donglin a meaningless glance.

Shen Donglin lowered his eyes and gently held Ning Yao's hand. A warm smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. "Little Yao, you need to recover as soon as possible. When you are discharged from the hospital, I will accompany you to try on your wedding dress."