Xia Yihan staggered to the hospital bed, looked at the doctor standing in front of the bed, pulled up his sleeve and cried hysterically, "Doctor, quick, quick, I am the mother of the child, quick blood pumping!"

Hearing the voice, Ye Zimo raised her head and saw Xia Yihan standing in front of the hospital bed, her eyes were red and swollen, which broke her heart.

"one meaning..." He frowned and looked at the woman in front of him with pity. Apart from pity, his heart was more guilty of her.

"Doctor... Hurry up, transfuse my blood, hurry up... Xia Yihan stared closely at Xiao Nianmo's pale face and caressed...