Yangyang, who had just been brought back from the pet hospital, was squatting beside the bed, meowing confusedly at An Xiang, who had fainted. Finally, he dragged his hind legs, which were not yet smooth, to the ground, and ran to An Zimo to urge him.

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The cat's meowing made An Zimo's consciousness gradually return.

He walked around the mess and walked to the bed. Anxiang's eyes were closed tightly and she was still breathing. There was blood on the corners of her lips. The blood on the bed was all vomited or coughed up by her. Maybe she wanted to go to the ground to ask for help, but because of her hands

He was powerless, and blood stains were everywhere, which was shocking.

An Zimo calmly picked up the phone, unlocked it and dialed 120. He told the situation calmly: "Hello, this is Building 23, Jiangting Building. My mother suddenly fainted. She coughed up a lot of blood. I need an ambulance."

The nurse heard that he was a child, but was surprisingly calm, so she sent the ambulance without any comfort.

An Zimo hung up the phone and heard the nanny's ear-piercing scream behind him.

"What, what's going on..." The nanny turned pale with fright. She had never encountered such a situation. She stepped forward to help An Xiang up, but was stopped by An Zimo the next second.

"Don't move her. We're not sure if it's an internal injury. Moving the patient easily may cause secondary injuries." An Zimo pursed his lips, his pale face looking calm, "The ambulance will be here soon. You should pack your clothes now. Bank

The ID card will be ready soon."

The nanny was stunned for a moment.

She originally thought that a child under four years old would be stunned by the sudden accident in front of him, but he was not. He showed unusual calmness in critical moments and could even cope with it better than adults.

The nanny hurriedly went to pack things. An Zimo didn't want to waste a second. He put the cat in the cage first, then went downstairs and opened the door to the yard and the house, and then called Pei Yizhou.

There is a time difference of about eight hours between the UK and China, and it happens to be early morning there.

An Zimo didn't expect to get through, but he didn't expect to be answered after two rings.

"Zimo? Director Pei is still attending the banquet and will probably go back soon."

An Zimo's eyes flickered, "Then tell him that my mother is dying." After saying that, he hung up the phone and called Pei Chen again.

"Hello?"

Through the microphone, the young man's lazy and feeble voice reached his ears.

Today is a school day. Hearing his voice, you knew he had not gone to school. "Are you still on the island?"

"No, I came back last night. What's wrong?" He had to go to school, so he was sent back first by a private plane arranged by Pei Yizhou. However, Pei Chen was really sleepy and simply skipped the morning class. Anyway, Pei Yizhou couldn't control himself abroad.

he.

"My mother had an accident, please accompany me to the hospital."

"Damn it——!" Pei Chen suddenly woke up, "What accident? Which hospital, how could an accident happen if everything is fine?" He did not dare to delay, and spoke while putting on his pants.

The ambulance had arrived at the door. An Zimo urgently said the name of the hospital, then hung up the phone and led the doctor upstairs.

An Xiang still showed no sign of waking up. She was lifted onto the support, followed by the nanny and An Zimo who were carrying things.

"It's better not to come with the child. Are there any other adults at home?" The doctor was afraid that the child's crying in the car would affect the first aid, so he wanted to keep him.

An Zimo raised his head with a heavy gaze: "Uncle, I only have her as a mother. Please let me follow her, because she only has me."

It was the first time he took the initiative to speak honorifics, and there was a hint of pleading in his eyes.

The nanny was also saying: "Yes, the doctor asked our young master to go. He was in charge just now. He is very sensible and I promise not to cause any trouble to you."

The two were sincere and the time was too tight, so the doctor finally allowed him to get in the car.

The ambulance blew its siren and while it was speeding, the medical staff began to provide first aid to An Xiang.

He watched quietly from the side, not crying or fussing, not blinking, as numb as a puppet.

In the small space, he could hear the sound of instruments, the nanny's nervous voice, and the doctor's focused thinking, but An Xiang... couldn't hear anything.

He was surprised to find that he had gotten used to it.

She was used to praising him for being cute in her heart, because he was disappointed, because he was happy. Even when he was sleeping, An Zimo could hear his mother calling his name in his sleep.

To her, he was everything, the sun she left behind in the world.

An Zimo stared at the delicate, bloodless face so close to him. The nerves in his brain ached due to excessive tension. His fingertips were cold, his heartbeat was irregular, and his breathing was out of rhythm due to the heartbeat rate.

This emotion is called...panic.

An Zimo stroked his chest. It was hard for him to believe that he, who lacked emotions, could actually find one of them at this moment.

But he doesn't like it, he hates being controlled by such emotions.

An Zimo closed his eyes and tried to take a deep breath and try to calm down. To no avail. As soon as he saw An Xiang's tightly closed eyes, he was at a loss.

The hospital arrived quickly and An Xiang was pushed to the emergency room. At the same time, Pei Chen and his assistant hurried over.

"An Zimo, where is sister Xiangxiang?!"

"Director Pei has applied for a private flight. He will fly back from the UK as quickly as possible. How is Mrs. Anxiang?"

Both of them were very anxious, with sweat on their foreheads.

An Zimo glanced at them and said calmly: "I don't know."

He was no different from usual, with no emotion at all on his face.

Pei Chen, who had been anxious to get angry all the way, suddenly exploded, "Don't you fucking say you don't know?! The one lying inside is your mother?!"

He leaned back on the chair, his eyes as calm as water.

This look reminded Pei Chen of the last time he ran away from home. An Xiang clearly almost had an accident because of him, but he still didn't care, as if he didn't take it all seriously.

Pei Chen was about to go up to argue, but the nanny stopped him: "Master Pei Chen, please calm down, don't scare the young master."

"He's scared as hell! I think he's hoping something will happen to him!"

Pei Chen dared to say anything when he was angry.

An Zimo's eyes flashed slightly when he was accused, but he didn't defend himself and let Pei Chen scold him.

The nanny became anxious and said: "It was the young master who first discovered that Mrs. An had fainted. He was also the first to call 120. He was responsible for all the preparations. How could you say such a thing?"

Pei Chen was stunned for a moment.

"I was also scared at the time..." The nanny cried in fear, "He is a child, and it is already very good to be able to handle it like that. Moreover, we have just arrived, so we really don't know what is going on inside..."

"I..." Pei Chen opened his mouth, but finally said nothing. He pursed his lips and sat next to An Zimo, "I'm sorry, I don't know the situation..."

He was also very anxious. He had passed through countless red lights while riding his motorcycle. He was naturally angry when he saw An Zimo's expression that was neither salty nor bland. Combined with his dark history, it was inevitable that he would become irritable.

But Pei Chen forgot one thing: no matter how smart An Zimo is, he is still a child.

He is too harsh.

Pei Chen hugged the thin shoulders: "If you want to cry, you can cry against me."

"No need." An Zimo looked at the emergency room. Tears are the most useless thing in a critical moment. Instead of crying and begging God, it is better to leave more patience to the medical staff.

Time passed by minute by minute, and the few people present had never felt waiting to be so painful.

Only An Zimo, who sat in his position from beginning to end, did not move at all. He was calm, patient, and calm, and did not show any trace of panic.

Finally, the emergency room opened, and An Zimo was the first to go.

The doctor did not take off the mask, looked around and asked: "Who are the family members?"

An Zimo stood up and said, "Me."

He muttered to the child's short arms for a few seconds, "Is there any older one?"

An Zimo added: "I am the biggest here."

The doctor's upper eyelids visibly trembled twice.

At this moment, Pei Chen reluctantly said: "He is my grandfather, and he is indeed the senior one here."

"..." What kind of weird family does your mother have?

The doctor said he was someone who had seen big scenes, and he quickly felt relieved, "The patient's condition is critical, and you need to go through the hospitalization procedures for her immediately."

Pei Chen was so scared that he almost lost his soul. Bad thoughts came out one after another, "Doctor, doctor, is it serious?"

After the words fell, the doctor patiently explained: "Based on the CT scan of the lungs, we suspect that it is a malignant tumor. The tumor invades the large blood vessels and can cause massive hemoptysis. This is the case for the patient. If it were later, the patient would probably have hemoptysis in the trachea.

Blockage, suffocation and death. In short, you need to go through the hospitalization procedures first. Later we will do a detailed tissue examination for the patient. If it is determined to be a malignant tumor, we will contact you to transfer to another hospital."

Pei Chen took two steps back, his ears ringing.

"You mean... lung cancer?"

The doctor's answer was still conservative: "Doubtful."

Pei Chen's face turned pale and he fell back on the stool.

An Zimo stared intently at the closed door, his eyes neither happy nor sad.

His fists clenched and unclenched, unclenched and clenched again.

Later, An Zimo asked the nanny to hand An Xiang's ID and medical insurance card to the assistant, "Please help my mother go through the hospitalization procedures."

"Okay, okay..." The assistant took the things, not daring to delay, and hurried to the window to complete the procedures.

An Zimo looked up again: "How is my mother's condition now?"

"The patient's condition has stabilized and family members can visit."

An Zimo nodded, "How long will it take for the results of the tissue examination to come out?"

The doctor replied: "About a week." After speaking, he looked at An Zimo's pale face and offered a rare word of comfort, "Don't worry too much, kid. As long as you receive treatment as soon as possible, your mother's condition will gradually get better."

He licked his lips and said no more, bypassing the doctor and heading to the ward.

The scorching sun in full bloom in the sky did not make this ward warm.

He walked over step by step, approached step by step, and stood beside the bed staring at her.

Her face was too pale and lifeless, which An Zimo didn't like very much.

He pulled out the chair and sat down, tilting his head and looking at her. He didn't speak, just stayed with her, refusing to leave no matter how others called her.

An Zimo sat there all day, like a puppet without eating, drinking or sleeping. It wasn't until familiar footsteps came from outside the door that he slowly looked up -

The man he looked at looked tired and exhausted. His lips fell into a straight line, and his eyes looked deeply at An Xiang, who was lying on the bed unable to respond.

Pei Yizhou.
Chapter completed!