Mommy Is Waging A Rebellion

"Snap -"    

Ruan Mizheng's hand loosened and the fruit plate in her hand fiercely fell to the ground. The fruit smashed onto her feet.    

"Son!"    

Ruan Mizheng ran forward and shook him. She saw the baby bag with its eyes closed and fainted.    

Chiang Ann picked him up and said, "Go to the hospital!"    

Chiang Ann stepped on the accelerator to the end. Ruan Mizheng's heart was hanging up. She called Shaang Weiyuan.    

Shaang Weiyuan answered very quickly. His voice sounded a little tired.    

"Hello, what's wrong?"    

Ruan Mizheng instantly cried when she heard his voice, "Shaang Weiyuan, my son fainted!"    

Shaang Weiyuan, who was in a meeting at CBS, frowned. "Where are you guys now? I will go now."    

Ruan Mizheng gave him the address. After Shaang Weiyuan hung up the phone, his cold eyes swept across the room. He stood up and said to the shareholders, "Cancel the meeting."    

After saying that, he gave up the room and left with big strides.    

In the hospital.    

When Shaang Weiyuan rushed over, the little milk bag was infusion. There was not a trace of blood on her pale little face. Ruan Mizheng crawled into his arms and cried in a low voice.    

Shaang Weiyuan comforted her as he looked up and asked Chiang Ann, "What happened?"    

Chiang Ann said, "The doctor said that the young master only had a fever. The infusion was good."    

Shaang Weiyuan pursed his lips tightly. He looked at the small milk bag that was usually lively and lively on the bed and felt very uncomfortable.    

It was his own son after all.    

It was fake if he did not feel heartache.    

Three hours later, the little milk bag pulled out the infusion needle and slowly opened its eyes.    

"Mommy... Daddy..." He said in a childish voice.    

This mommy made Ruan Mizheng's tears flow out of her eyes like a broken string.    

She now regretted why she scolded him.    

"Son, don't you feel uncomfortable?"    

Ruan Mizheng sat beside the bed and held his small hand in her arms as she asked.    

The little bun shook his head and pouted as he said with some grievance, "I don't feel uncomfortable anymore. It's just that my mouth is a little bitter..."    

"I'll go and buy you some sugar to eat, okay?"    

"Yes!"    

Ruan Mizheng went out to buy candy for the little milk bag.    

Shaang Weiyuan walked out of the ward and closed the door. He then asked Chiang Ann, "Is it that simple to have a fever?"    

Chiang Ann lowered his head and said with a serious expression, "The doctor said that the young master's condition is a little strange. He has already gone for a blood test. The result will take a while to come out."    

Shaang Weiyuan saw through the glass on the door that the little baby's black eyes were looking at the green-white ward.    

This was the first time he was lying on the hospital bed. He seemed to be a little curious and a little scared.    

This was the first time Shaang Weiyuan hoped that his son could grow up happily forever.    

He just looked at the baby bag on the hospital bed. It was as if his heart had sensed something. He turned his head and met Shaang Weiyuan's eyes.    

Their eyes met, and the little milk bag grinned, revealing rows of white teeth.    

Shaang Weiyuan also curled his lips, but that smile was a little bitter.    

Because Shaang Weiyuan had a special identity, the results of the examination would be out in advance.    

When the doctor walked over with the test results, he was a little embarrassed to say it, but he wanted to say something but stopped himself. His expression was a little serious.    

Shaang Weiyuan ordered coldly, "Go ahead."    

Chiang Ann added, "Don't hide anything."    

Since Ruan Mizheng was not here, she would not hear anything.    

The doctor held the test sheet and said seriously, "Director Shaang... The young master... has leukemia..."    

Shaang Weiyuan's pupils shrank. "What did you say?!"    

Chiang Ann's face was full of shock.    

The doctor said with difficulty, "The young master did have leukemia, but fortunately, he is benign now. In the beginning, he can be treated through chemotherapy, but the effect... varies from person to person..."    

Shaang Weiyuan's eyes were stunned. He never thought that his young son would have this kind of illness.    

Was it because he had killed people before that he would be punished by his descendants?    

When he thought of this, he instantly felt that he deserved to die ten thousand times over.    

"Snap -"    

At this moment, the sound of something falling to the ground came from behind him.    

Everyone looked back.    

Ruan Mizheng's face was pale and the shopping bag in her hand fell to the ground. She did not seem to notice it and just opened her eyes wide with an expression of disbelief. Tears quietly flowed out of her eyes. She opened her mouth and wanted to say something but it all turned into choking sobs.    

Shaang Weiyuan hurried forward and wiped her tears helplessly. He comforted her, "My son's condition is very good. He will be cured."    

Ruan Mizheng grabbed her hair with both hands and was a little crazy. "Why... Why is my son suffering from this kind of illness?"    

"My son is only four years old!"    

Shaang Weiyuan hugged her and said in a painful voice, "It's my fault. It's all my fault."    

Ruan Mizheng bit her lips and cried. She pushed Shaang Weiyuan away and walked to the doctor. She begged, "Doctor, I beg you to save my son. I don't want to lose him! I really don't want to lose him! "    

To her, Sheng Yuexuan was his everything!    

The doctor knew Ruan Mizheng's identity and hurriedly supported her. "Mrs. Shaang, don't worry. I will do my best! The young master's condition is more optimistic now. If he is treated as soon as possible, he will definitely recover!"    

Ruan Mizheng desperately nodded her head and then squatted on the ground and whimpered. She lowered her voice and cried, afraid that the baby would hear her.    

Shaang Weiyuan walked over and wanted to comfort her, but his hands were stuck in the air for a long time and finally fell down powerlessly.    

Ruan Mizheng wiped her tears, then walked over and picked up the shopping bags on the ground again.    

She wiped away her tears and then opened the door. She wanted to pretend that she did not know anything and smile at the little milk bag.    

However, when she pushed open the door, she saw the little milk bag standing at the door. He heard it all.    

Everyone was stunned.    

The baby bag lowered its head and asked, "Mommy... What's leukemia?"    

"Is the blood turning white?"    

He blinked his eyes and asked curiously and blankly.    

However, it made the strong that Ruan Mizheng had just built collapse in an instant.    

She hugged the little milk bag tightly, crying very hard.    

Shaang Weiyuan stood silently behind her and watched all of this expressionlessly. After a long while, his voice was deep and heavy. "Son."    

The little milk bag let go of Ruan Mizheng and walked over. "Daddy, what's the matter?"    

Shaang Weiyuan squatted down and looked at the face that was very similar to him. He said word by word, "Leukemia is very difficult to treat, but your condition is very optimistic. The probability of you surviving is 50%."    

The baby bag was very sensitive to numbers. His sparkling eyes instantly dimmed.    

"That is to say... half of the baby will survive, and half will die, right?"    

Shaang Weiyuan's throat was blocked. En.    

The baby's eyes suddenly became blank. "If I die, won't I never see Mommy and Daddy again? Sleep forever? "    

Shaang Weiyuan closed his eyes. " Yeah. "    

The little bun's flat mouth was filled with tears as he smashed it down.