Poisonous Love

"Doctor, how is the baby?" Luo Qing's eyes fell on the B-ultrasound display screen, and the little fetus was so noisy in her stomach these two days.

"The baby is normal and healthy, and will be born in three months."

"Uh-huh, great, thank you doctor." Luo Qing continued to look at the little fetus on the screen with excitement. That was her child. She had been miscarried five times after three years of marriage. This time, she was about to give birth and have her own child.

When she thought about it, she looked forward to it.

"Since it's healthy, let's have it." The door of the B-ultrasound suddenly opened, and Long Muye came in slowly, and he looked at Luo Qing indifferently.

For a moment, Luo Qing did not respond to the meaning of Long Muye's words, and involuntarily asked, "You ... how did you come?"

From her sixth pregnancy to now more than six months, Long Muye had never accompanied her to the hospital, and never asked about the condition of the child in her stomach.

As if this child was not his.

His indifference often made her feel whether she married the wrong person at the beginning, but she loved him. Just for that deep love, she did everything for him, and even donated a liver to his mother.

"Come, take her to the operating room and give birth right away." Long Muye ignored her at all, turned and directed in the direction of the door.

Immediately, the two nurses rushed in and involuntarily pulled Luo Qing, "Follow us to the delivery room."

"Long Muye, you ... what do you mean?" Luo Qing was in a daze. The baby was only more than six months old, and it was not enough time to give birth at all. Did Long Muye want to force her to give birth?

But even if it was born, a baby whose organs had not grown up was not likely to be healthy.

Long Muye snorted coldly, "Let you give birth, don't you understand?"

"Don't ... don't ..." Luo Qing cried out, "I don't want to give birth now. Long Muye, let me go."

"Luo Yu's illness urgently needs cord blood of a newborn baby. Luo Qing, you must give birth now."

Luo Qing's body shuddered, "Luo Yu ... What happened to Luo Yu?"

"What happened to Luo Yu, don't you know? She cut her liver for you, but you, in order to marry me, actually want to kill her. Fortunately, she survived. Unfortunately, her body has always been bad. Only the cord blood of the new baby can cure her disease. I have been waiting for six months." Luo Qing's body shivered even more. "So, you didn't toss me anymore after this pregnancy, just to ask me to give birth today to save Luo Yu?" After asking, Luo Qing still didn't believe Long Muye was such a cold and ruthless person. She actually went to the operating table to donate liver for his mother, and even got an anesthetic.

She also always thought that she had donated her liver. She did not expect that the hospital sent a report on the night of her marriage. Her liver was normal, and her sister, Luo Yu, really donated it.

Since then, she had become a woman who tried to marry Long Muye by any means, and became the most shameless woman in Long Muye's eyes.

He tossed her fiercely that night.

When she was pregnant, he would toss her harder.

So when she was pregnant, he tossed her to abortion directly on the bed, and then became pregnant and aborted. He said that she was not worthy of giving birth to his child, and she was not allowed to give birth.

Until this time he finally stopped tossing her again, she thought he was going to let her go, but she did not expect that he allowed her baby to be pregnant for six months. It was all to save Luo Yu.

"Yes, you are Luo's sister. Only the cord blood of your child can save her. This is what you owe Luo Yu. Take it away." As soon as Long Muye waved, the nurse took Luo Qing to the operating room.

Luo Qing was directly pressed on the operating table in the cold operating room and the cold equipment. Long Muye looked at her coldly and said to the doctor beside her: "no anesthetic is needed, and just take the baby out by caesarean section. If she dares to move, it doesn't matter. The scalpel will cut the baby's head. Anyway, I only need cord blood. By the way, cut her liver casually. It's time to cut it after three years. ".

Hearing this, Luo Qing looked at Long Muye in horror. She could tolerate without anesthetic, but she couldn't bear to have her six-month-old baby taken out by caesarean section.

"Muye, this child is yours. Even if you want to save Luo Yu, can you wait another month?" At that time, the child was born for more than seven months and could live after birth.

"No, Luo Yu can't wait for her illness. Do it." Long Muye said, and turned out of the operating room.

Luo Qing, who was fixed on the operating table, did not dare to move. The sound of the doctor picking up the instrument was all in her ears.

She didn't even dare to shake. She was afraid that if she shook for a while, the doctor's knife would be cut to her child's small hands and feet or head or something. Thinking about it, her heart would ache.

Luo Qing closed her eyes tightly, but she found that the closer she closed her eyes, the more sensitive she was to the sounds around her. She bit her lip, and Luo Qing chose to open her eyes.

In front of her were all doctors and nurses wearing masks. Scalpel pliers and the forceps. She bit her lip to relieve the fear that emanated from her body, but she couldn't stop the fear.

The cold blade really fell on her abdomen.

She was frightened.

Hold back and shake.

"Shua," the scalpel cut her abdomen.

"Ah ..." The severe pain hit the whole body instantly. Luo Qing bit her lip and lay on the operating table. She couldn't move, she couldn't move. For the baby, she had to bear it.

Pain.

It hurt too much.

She felt she was going to die.

Luo Qing felt that one hand was pulling out in her stomach. Every time the hand pulled out, she would die once. Then, in order to see the baby and force herself to live again, she must persist until the baby was born.

"Here it is. It's a boy." A female doctor took out the child and beat her child's blue buttocks hard. Luo Qing faintly heard the baby's cry, so low and weak. Only for more than six months, how could he survive?

She bit her lip with pain, her blood slowly flowing along the corners of her lips, but it was no match for the child's weak cry, which made her heart hurt.

Long Muye, this was his child too. He was too cruel.

She thought she would be free to take a look at her baby, and the conversation between the two doctors drove her to hell again. "Mr. Long asked us to cut her liver, how much?

"Isn't it just casual, and cut it casually. Doctor Wang, you're in charge of cutting and stitching, so we can get off work. "

The scalpel fell again. This time, Luo Qing couldn't hold it any more. She passed out.

Waking up, it was already the next morning.

Luo Qing was awoken by pain.

Although the wound was sutured, there was no pain-relieving ingredient in the infusion medicine. She opened her eyes hard. "Xiaojin, Xiaojin ..." The brain was full of baby's weak cry. She had already named her baby. The boy's name was Long Jin, and the girl's name was Long Se.

But no one responded to her

A woman's face suddenly appeared in front of her. "Sister, are you awake? Do you want your little baby?" Luo Yu stood in front of her bed holding her arms and asked with a sneer.

When hearing Luo Yu's words, Luo Qing couldn't care about the pain. She hurriedly looked around. Sure enough, her Xiaojin was not in her ward. "Luo Yu, how about Xiaojin? You give me back my Xiaojin. "

"Okay, it's not impossible to give you back that little bastard, but you have to kowtow to me, and kowtow to my satisfaction, and then I'll give your bastard to you." Luo Yu sneered, and she liked to see Luo Qing helpless.

In recent years, Luo Qing was helpless when she was sent to the hospital for every abortion.

The helpless look was a little sad.

Suddenly, a thought flashed through Luo Yu's mind. Could Luoqing's pitiful appearance make Long Muye unable to let go?

No matter what, Long Muye never said he would divorce Luo Qing.

Luo Qing's mind flashed all of Xiaojin's crumpled face. Such a small child, how is his situation? As soon as she bit her teeth, she had to say, "Okay, I kowtow."

Sitting up strenuously, just sitting up, she was sweating all over.

The pain in the abdomen made her teeth tremble.

But she couldn't care about anything. She just got out of bed with the pain of the wound. When she knelt down, her whole body was shaking.

It hurt. She felt it.

Luo Yu looked down at Luo Qing who was kneeling down. "Kowtow. Otherwise, you won't see your Xiaojin in your life, hahaha."

Luo Qing leaned down slowly with pain, one, two ...

Every time she kowtowed, she felt as if she had died.

But for Xiaojin, she was willing.

That was her child. Even if she was only pregnant for more than six months, he was also the meat falling from her body. Long Muye didn't care about this child, but he was her baby.

Baby, you must survive.

Blood flowed down the abdomen.

Dyeing Luo Qing's clothes, and the cold floor below her.

She didn't know how many times she had done it.

Luo Qing only had mechanical kowtow. Her brain was blank, and the exquisite leather shoes of Luo Yu in front of her eyes were more and more blurred.

A series of footsteps came slowly. Luo Yu's heart was beating, and she could hear the footsteps approaching the door, so she immediately bent over, falsely holding Luo Qing's waist with her hands, saying softly:

"Sister, even if you don't like me, you don't have to get out of bed and hit me. I'll go to your place and let you hit and scold. You see, you're bleeding again." Before the end of this sentence, the door behind her opened.

Long Muye came in and watched Luo Qing stand up weakly. Her abdomen was bloody, and the ground was bloody. He untied his tie impatiently, "don't want to live, do you? If you don't want to live, just jump out of the building. After the operation, you want to hit and scold Luo Yu. Don't you feel sick? I look at you and feel sick. Luo Yu. Let's go and don't have to pay attention to her. "

Luo Qing shuddered, and at this time she couldn't care about anything. She pushed Luo Yu hard and kneeled down again. "Long Muye, what about Xiaojin? I beg you to give him back to me. "

She missed her baby. Now her mind was full of her Xiaojin. Was he still alive?

"Luo Yu, are you okay?" Long Muye ignored Luo Qing, and directly crossed her trembling body and embraced Luo Yu, who just stumbled and stood firm.

Luo Qing's heart quivered. At this time, in the eyes of Long Muye, everything about Luo Yu was far more important than the person who just had the operation.

Even if it was almost a fake fall, Luo Yu was more important than her with a bloody body.

With a cold smile, Luo Qing slowly got up and didn't see the man and woman hugging each other. She walked out of the ward in pain step by step. Long Muye didn't tell her, so she went to find Xiaojin herself.

Blood, with her footsteps, dripped all over the ground.