Hearing this, Luo Qing looked at Long Muye in horror. She could tolerate without anesthetic, but she couldn't bear to have her six-month-old baby taken out by caesarean section.

"Muye, this child is yours. Even if you want to save Luo Yu, can you wait another month?" At that time, the child was born for more than seven months and could live after birth.

"No, Luo Yu can't wait for her illness. Do it." Long Muye said, and turned out of the operating room.

Luo Qing, who was fixed on the operating table, did not dare to move. The sound of the doctor picking up the instrument was all in her ears.

She didn't even dare to shake. She was afraid that if she shook for a while, the doctor's knife would be cut to her child's small hands and feet or head or something. Thinking about it, her heart would ache.

Luo Qing closed her eyes tightly, but she found that the closer she closed her eyes, the more sensitive she was to the sounds around her. She bit her lip, and Luo Qing chose to open her eyes.

In front of her were all doctors and nurses wearing masks. Scalpel pliers and the forceps. She bit her lip to relieve the fear that emanated from her body, but she couldn't stop the fear.

The cold blade really fell on her abdomen.

She was frightened.

Hold back and shake.

"Shua," the scalpel cut her abdomen.

"Ah ..." The severe pain hit the whole body instantly. Luo Qing bit her lip and lay on the operating table. She couldn't move, she couldn't move. For the baby, she had to bear it.

Pain.

It hurt too much.

She felt she was going to die.

Luo Qing felt that one hand was pulling out in her stomach. Every time the hand pulled out, she would die once. Then, in order to see the baby and force herself to live again, she must persist until the baby was born.

"Here it is. It's a boy." A female doctor took out the child and beat her child's blue buttocks hard. Luo Qing faintly heard the baby's cry, so low and weak. Only for more than six months, how could he survive?

She bit her lip with pain, her blood slowly flowing along the corners of her lips, but it was no match for the child's weak cry, which made her heart hurt.

Long Muye, this was his child too. He was too cruel.

She thought she would be free to take a look at her baby, and the conversation between the two doctors drove her to hell again. "Mr. Long asked us to cut her liver, how much?

"Isn't it just casual, and cut it casually. Doctor Wang, you're in charge of cutting and stitching, so we can get off work. "

The scalpel fell again. This time, Luo Qing couldn't hold it any more. She passed out.

Waking up, it was already the next morning.

Luo Qing was awoken by pain.

Although the wound was sutured, there was no pain-relieving ingredient in the infusion medicine. She opened her eyes hard. "Xiaojin, Xiaojin ..." The brain was full of baby's weak cry. She had already named her baby. The boy's name was Long Jin, and the girl's name was Long Se.

But no one responded to her

A woman's face suddenly appeared in front of her. "Sister, are you awake? Do you want your little baby?" Luo Yu stood in front of her bed holding her arms and asked with a sneer.

When hearing Luo Yu's words, Luo Qing couldn't care about the pain. She hurriedly looked around. Sure enough, her Xiaojin was not in her ward. "Luo Yu, how about Xiaojin? You give me back my Xiaojin. "