Twin Births: My Great CEO Husband

"Bai Guoer?" Qu Yipeng frowned slightly. "Is it Tong Tong's cousin?"    

Luo Bingrong glanced at Qu Yipeng with a resentful gaze.    

"It's actually her?" Qu Yipeng was puzzled, "How is that possible..."    

According to what he knew, Qu Chenjiang and Bai Guoer had returned at about the same time as them, and Bai Guoer had even returned to Luo city. Logically speaking, she did not have the time to appear here.    

"Yes, nothing is possible." Luo Bingrong's eyes did not open and tears flashed, "It is because you are so conceited that you are like this..."    

She choked and could not continue speaking. She unconsciously clenched her teeth.    

The husband and wife were in a deadlock when they suddenly felt that the surrounding air seemed to freeze in an instant.    

The two of them looked back at each other at the same time. They saw Qu Yihong's eyes were deep, and he looked like a storm was coming.    

At this moment, Qu Yipeng's gentle face changed slightly, and he sighed in his heart.    

He was about to say something to persuade him, but the door of the resuscitation room opened, and Director Lu and an attending physician walked out.    

Director Lu looked like he was mentally and physically exhausted, and the attending physician was not any better.    

"How is Mom now?" Luo Bingrong almost ran over and blocked their path. "Is Mom out of danger?"    

Qu Yipeng looked at his brother and saw that Qu Yihong's attention was on Director Lu. He secretly heaved a sigh of relief.    

Director Lu circled around Luo Bingrong and stopped in front of Qu Yipeng and his younger brother. He wanted to say something but did not. He looked troubled.    

"Speak!" Qu Yipeng's tone was calm. "Director Lu, we have plans for the worst."    

"No!" Luo Bingrong raised her voice and rushed in front of Qu Yipeng. She stared at Director Lu and said, "Mom must be fine. Mom must be almost cured. Right? "    

Director Lu was silent for a few seconds before he helplessly said, "Sorry..."    

"You said you were sorry?" Luo Bingrong grabbed Director Lu's tie and clenched her teeth, "Say one more sentence and listen..."    

Qu Yipeng watched his wife lose control of herself and kept silent. His eyes were also filled with anticipation.    

"Speak!" Qu Yihong's voice was quiet and distant. There was a kind of helplessness and indifference in his voice. "It has not been a short time. There must be a more accurate explanation."    

Director Lu had an embarrassed look on his face. He made a "please" gesture.    

Qu Yipeng understood and took the lead to walk to the office.    

When they arrived at the office, Qu Yipeng and Qu Yihong sat down quietly. Luo Bingrong just stared at Director Lu and did not let go.    

Not to mention the attending physician.    

"Cough!" Director Lu said helplessly, "Young Madam, I am the head of a hospital. I hope that all the wounded patients will leave safely, not to mention that the one lying there is President Lin. To be honest, there are still three deputy deans who are still in the operating theater... "    

"Get to the point." Qu Yihong frowned and interrupted Director Lu's complaints, "What we want is the result, not an explanation!"    

... "Yes." Director Lu looked ashamed and lowered his voice by half, "Everyone, please calm down and listen to me."    

The entire office was quiet.    

Director Lu calmed down a little. He pushed the treatment plan in front of him to Qu Yipeng and said, "Young Master, take a look at this."    

Qu Yipeng moved the treatment plan a little to make it easier for Qu Yihong to see.    

The two brothers read it quickly and frowned more and more tightly.    

"Conservative treatment?" Qu Yihong's tone was cold. "What do you mean?"    

His sharp eyes stared at Director Lu. "You mean you are ready to give up?"    

"I dare not!" Director Lu's heart skipped a beat. He quickly said, "Second Young Master, we will not give up on continuing the treatment."    

"Then?" Qu Yipeng's doubtful gaze locked onto Director Lu.    

Luo Bingrong said softly, "Tell me quickly. Didn't you see that we are all anxious to death?"    

"I have a suggestion." Director Lu lowered his eyelids and looked at his ten fingers that were holding each other's hands. "We will definitely follow President Lin's injuries day and night. We will not slack off at all. Please trust me. We will do our best."    

Qu Yipeng quietly stared at Director Lu. "I understand what you mean. You are advising us not to defend outside."    

"President Lin needs time to recover." Director Lu said tactfully, "Maybe one day, maybe two days... maybe ten days or half a month."    

"I'm willing to wait here until Mom wakes up." Luo Bingrong blurted out.    

"You can leave someone here to wait for news." Director Lu tried to persuade her tactfully, "But Second Young Master, you are too busy. " You have been waiting here. We... sigh! "    

Director Lu wanted to say something but stopped himself. He felt awkward and helpless.    

The attending physician could not help but say, "To be honest, we have been very nervous these two days. It is really a difficult question whether President Lin can wake up immediately."    

"I understand." Qu Yipeng let out a light breath. "Okay, I understand what you mean. Director Lu, let us think about it."    

They were all smart people. Director Lu only told them in a very subtle way that Lin Junhua's injury was temporarily under control, but the prospects were still not optimistic. As for waking up, it was purely up to the will of heaven.    

Director Lu was implicitly urging them to leave, and not to waste time on meaningless matters. Detain them here.    

"Alright." Director Lu finally relaxed a little. "I can only tell you that in order to not miss a glimmer of hope, we will use all of the hospital's resources on President Lin. This resuscitation room was specially reserved for President Lin from yesterday until the day she wakes up."    

Seeing Qu Yihong's unhappy expression, but finally not angry at him, Director Lu let out a sigh of relief and left with the attending physician.    

The office returned to silence.    

Qu Yipeng's pair of deep black eyes locked onto Qu Yihong, questioning him.    

"We'll talk about it tomorrow." Qu Yihong slowly got up, leaned against the window, and looked down at the lights, "Maybe... we can wait until Mom wakes up."    

"I also want to wait." Luo Bingrong said absent-mindedly, "Why don't you all go back and I will stay."    

After a pause, she added in a low voice. "If Mom did not wake up, I would not have left the hospital. Never... "    

"Go back." Qu Yihong's voice seemed to come from the empty valley, "Tingting is at home. I don't know how she is now."    

Qu Yipeng calmly looked at his brother. "Tongtong is at home. We should not be worried about Tingting."    

Before he finished speaking, Luo Bingrong's resentful gaze wrapped around Qu Yipeng's gentle face, carrying melancholy and faint anger.    

There was also a very small sense of loss and hopeless hope...    

Qu Yihong's starry eyes looked towards the resuscitation room. "The most important thing right now is Mom..."    

...    

The next day, it was dawn. The Banshan Garden was covered in a thin fog.    

Tong Tong was clearly tired, but she slept very badly. She spent almost the entire night in a nightmare.    

Tong Tong sincerely thanked her parents for giving her a super good body. Even though she was physically and mentally exhausted, even though the quality of her sleep was extremely poor, when she woke up, her spirit had recovered by half.    

Tong Tong was about to get up to see if the two little fellows had woken up when Tao Tao's little head poked in from outside.    

"Mummy, are you ready?" Tao Tao carried a small backpack on his shoulders. "We are going back to Grandma's house."