vstars Chapter 168 Mother and daughter are safe
Chapter 168 Mother and daughter are safe
Huo Yan rushed to the hospital, his forehead covered with sweat, his eyes full of anxiety and worry. In his deep eyes, the worry was like layers of dark clouds, so dense that it made it difficult to breathe.
His footsteps were hurried and messy, and each step stomped heavily on the cold ground of the hospital, as if every step was accompanied by inner torment. His figure quickly shuttled through the hospital corridors, the corners of his clothes fluttering due to his rapid pace, bringing up a breeze.
When Huo Yan saw Qiao Qin outside the operating room, he immediately rushed forward, as fast as an arrow shot from a bow, and asked anxiously, "What's going on?"
His voice trembled, breaking the oppressive silence outside the operating room.
Qiao Qin's eyes were empty, and she answered with a trembling voice: "I don't know either. It seems that Xingran felt that the ward was too stuffy, and she was frightened when she went out for a walk, and then..."
Her hands were clenched tightly, her fingers turned white from excessive force, and her joints lost their color from excessive squeezing.
After hearing this, Huo Yan was instantly filled with anger. He glared at Bo Zhili beside him and shouted angrily: "As her husband, how come you can't even take care of her!"
His voice echoed in the empty corridor, full of accusation and anger.
Bo Zhili lowered his head and clenched his fists so tightly that the veins on his arms bulged.
His heart was filled with guilt and self-blame, as if a huge stone weighing a thousand pounds was pressing on his heart. If anything happened to Xiaoran and the child, he knew that he would never forgive himself in his life.
Qiao Qin hurriedly tried to smooth things over: "Huo Yan, don't blame him. He's feeling bad too."
Qiao Qin's voice was gentle, but with a hint of pleading. Her heart was also filled with anxiety, and her thoughts involuntarily drifted back to her previous life.
In her previous life, she died in the delivery room due to heavy bleeding.
The pain and despair seemed to be still vivid in her mind. The cold instruments in the delivery room, the nervous calls of doctors and nurses, her gradually blurring consciousness, every detail was like a sharp blade, cutting her fragile heart again and again.
For women, every childbirth is like crossing the threshold of life and death.
At this moment, she could only pray silently in her heart: "Xiao Ran, you must be safe, and the baby must be safe too."
However, Huo Yan's anger did not subside, and he paced back and forth outside the operating room. His steps were heavy and hurried, and every step seemed to vent his inner anxiety and anger.
The red light above the operating room, which read "operation in progress", was like a sword hanging over their hearts, ruthlessly piercing their nerves. Every time the red light flashed, their hearts tightened again and again.
As the night deepened, the entire hospital was immersed in silence.
The lights in the corridor seemed particularly cold, reflecting the tired and anxious faces of the three people. Only the three people in front of the operating room had their hearts tightly clenched, as if they were tied together by an invisible rope, enduring this endless torment together.
Bo Zhili stared blankly at the door of the operating room, without blinking, as if he wanted to use his eyes to penetrate the tightly closed door and see what was going on inside.
His heart seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible giant hand. Every breath seemed so difficult. His mind kept emerging with every detail of how he met, knew, and fell in love with Lin Xingran. Those beautiful memories had now become sharp blades that pierced his soul.
Qiao Qin’s face became paler and paler, and her body trembled slightly, like a fallen leaf shivering in the cold wind in late autumn.
She was very afraid that the tragedy would happen again, just like in her previous life, except that the person who died was Xiao Ran instead of her.
At this moment, a warm big hand grasped her cold hand. The hand was large and powerful, as if it brought endless warmth and comfort.
Qiao Qin raised her head suddenly and met Huo Yan's dark and deep eyes. His eyes were full of determination and comfort, as if they contained some kind of magical power.
Huo Yan said softly: "It will be fine."
The low and magnetic voice was like a gentle evening breeze in the quiet night, soothing Qiao Qin's trembling heart.
Qiao Qin did not struggle to break free from Huo Yan's hand. Instead, she gently held it back, trying to gain a little strength from him.
She nodded firmly, as if expressing her trust in Huo Yan, and as if cheering herself up.
"Well, Xiaoran will be fine."
Her voice was weak but full of hope.
Time seemed to have stopped, and every minute and every second seemed so long.
Finally, after a long wait, the tightly closed door of the operating room slowly opened.
The slight "creaking" sound seemed particularly loud in this silent moment, instantly breaking the silence in the hearts of the three people.
The doctor came out and the three of them immediately surrounded him.
Bo Zhili asked anxiously, "Doctor, what's wrong?" His voice became hoarse due to nervousness, as if it was squeezed out from the depths of his throat.
The doctor took off his mask and showed a tired smile on his face. Although the smile was tired, it was like the first ray of sunshine in the morning, instantly illuminating the dark world of the three people.
"Congratulations, everything is fine, it's a little princess."
The doctor's voice was steady and gentle, yet it carried a reassuring power.
After hearing the news, the three people finally felt relieved.
Tears flashed in Bo Zhili's eyes. He was so excited that he almost collapsed to the ground. His legs were weak and his body was trembling slightly, as if all the strength in his body was drained away in an instant.
"Thank you, thank you for keeping them safe."
Huo Yan let out a long sigh and smiled with relief. That smile was like a spring breeze, warm and gentle, dispelling the gloom that had been on his face for a long time.
Qiao Qin's tense nerves finally relaxed. She felt her legs go a little soft. She leaned against the wall and said softly, "That's great, that's great..."
There was a sobbing tone in her voice and tears flowed uncontrollably from her eyes.
Her eyes were filled with tears of emotion, as if she had experienced a rebirth. All the pain and fear she had experienced disappeared at this moment, leaving only the joy of the birth of a new life and the anticipation for the future.
Immediately afterwards, the nurse pushed out Lin Xingran and the newborn princess.
Although Lin Xingran's face was pale, her eyes were filled with the joy and tenderness of being a new mother.
Bo Zhili held Lin Xingran's hand tightly, his voice choked with sobs: "Xingran, I'm sorry for making you suffer."
His eyes were filled with heartache and self-blame, tears slid down his cheeks and dripped onto the back of Lin Xingran's hand.
Lin Xingran smiled weakly: "Don't say that, as long as the baby is safe, everything is worth it."
At this moment, Lin Xingran was the only one left in Bo Zhili's eyes, so the baby naturally fell into Qiao Qin's arms.
Due to premature birth, the little princess looked wrinkled, with some vernix caseosa still on her small face, and her hair was sparse and soft, like a layer of light fluff. But her closed eyes, small nose and slightly pouty mouth still made Qiao Qin feel very kind.
"Look, how cute! Our Siqian was also so cute when he was just born." Qiao Qin's face was filled with a happy smile, and her eyes were full of love and anticipation for the new life.
Huo Yan hummed softly and said silently in his heart, "You are cute too." His gaze stayed on Qiao Qin and the baby for a moment, his eyes full of tenderness and care.
at this time.
"Brother, please give the baby a name." Lin Xingran's weak voice sounded, but it was extremely clear in everyone's ears.
Bo Zhili's eyelids moved, but he still said nothing. Instead, he held Lin Xingran's hand tightly.
Perhaps because he had heard about the fire not long ago, Huo Yan rushed in without hesitation and helped Qiao Qin retrieve the design draft. Lin Xingran's impression of him also changed slightly. She rarely showed disgust in her eyes, but was very calm.
Huo Yan's heart trembled slightly. Ever since his identity was exposed, Lin Xingran had never called him brother again.
But now...this word "brother" made him feel extremely warm and comforted.
Huo Yan took a deep breath, thought carefully and said, "Let's call her Huo Tianying."
His voice was firm and powerful, as if this name contained all his blessings and expectations for this new life.
Lin Xingran's eyes moved, but she did not object. She was forced to leave the Huo family when she was young, and then was adopted by the Lin family by accident. In fact, she was very eager to return to her ancestral home and hoped to have a home so that she could have a sense of belonging.
So, she doesn't want her children to go through this.
"Xiaoying, grow up quickly." Qiao Qin teased the baby and said with a smile.
Huo Yan looked at the heartwarming scene in front of him, his heart deeply moved. He temporarily put aside all the mysterious people and conspiracies, and just wanted to enjoy the beauty of this moment.
However, reality was like a ruthless shackle that bound him tightly and did not allow him to do so at all.
In the quiet ward, the soft sunlight shines through the white curtains, casting patches of warm light and shadow.
On the hospital bed, the joy and warmth brought by the birth of a new life permeated every corner.
Qiao Qin held her newborn niece in her arms, her face filled with the happiness and tenderness of being a new aunt, her eyes full of love and affection for this little life.
Others also gathered around the bed, talking in low voices, their laughter dancing in the air like soft notes.
At this moment, a cell phone ring suddenly sounded, like a sharp sword, instantly piercing the harmonious and beautiful atmosphere. The ring sounded particularly harsh in the quiet ward, startling everyone.
Huo Yan frowned, and his originally relaxed brows were now tightly twisted together, revealing a hint of displeasure.
He quickly reached out and hung up the phone, trying to make this sudden interruption disappear as soon as possible. However, Assistant Yan called again, and the rapid ringing seemed to carry an urgency that could not be refused, as if there was something extremely urgent and tense that needed to be resolved.
There was a flash of helplessness in Huo Yan's eyes, mixed with a bit of irritability.
He raised his eyes and looked at Qiao Qin and others, his eyes full of apology, and slowly spoke in a low and magnetic voice: "Sorry, I'm going out to answer a phone call."
After saying that, he left the ward in a hurried pace.
The light in the stairwell was a little dim.
Huo Yan had a gloomy face, and his handsome features seemed to be shrouded in a layer of haze.
He took a deep breath and pressed the answer button. His voice was slightly deep, with a hint of suppressed anger: "You'd better have something important to report."
Huo Yan's tone was so cold that it seemed to freeze the air around them.
The next second, Assistant Yan's anxious voice came, like a blockbuster bomb, instantly exploding in Huo Yan's ears.
"Oh no! Mr. Huo is dead."
what? !
At this moment, an unconcealable crack appeared on Huo Yan's face, which was usually as calm as ice and unperturbed.
His eyes were full of shock and disbelief, and the hand holding the phone tightened unconsciously, with the joints turning slightly white due to the force.
"Tell me again, who died?"
Huo Yan's voice was low and hoarse, as if it came out from between his teeth. He tightly grasped the phone, as if it was not a phone, but the throat of the enemy, and he wanted to crush it.
"Mr. Huo." Assistant Yan's voice trembled slightly, as if he was still immersed in great fear. He continued: "Half an hour ago, he was found dead in prison, and the cause seemed to be a heart attack."
Huo Yan's eyelids twitched, and the anger in his heart instantly burned.
He had kept Mr. Huo Sanye because he wanted to find out about the mysterious organization from him. Mr. Huo Sanye was the only person who knew about it. Although the other party had been gritting his teeth and refused to speak, Huo Yan firmly believed that there was always a way to make him tell the truth of that year.
However, now that Mr. Huo San is dead, all the clues are like fragile silk threads, breaking in an instant and being interrupted again.
Huo Yan's eyes were slightly gloomy, like a bottomless cold pond. His mood, which had been slightly relieved by the birth of his little niece, fell to the bottom again and became extremely bad. A thick layer of depression was shrouded between his brows, like a lingering dark cloud.
"boom--"
Huo Yan clenched his fists and slammed them hard against the wall.
The dull thumping sound echoed in the stairwell, frightening people, but he seemed not to feel the pain and kept hitting it again and again to vent the depression in his heart that was like a volcanic eruption.
Mr. Huo Sanye didn't have a heart disease at all, so his death was definitely related to that mysterious organization.