Chapter 755 Premature Birth

Soon, a group of people rushed into the hospital, and Su Xiangwan was immediately pushed into the operating room.

Mu Beiting didn't even have time to speak, no doctor paid him any attention.

He stood outside the operating room, looking at the closed door, feeling inexplicably nervous and uneasy.

He stared blankly at the lit operating lights, not knowing what was waiting for him.

Not long after, Rong Chen hurried over, wearing a clean white shirt and khaki slacks: "What's going on?"

Mu Beiting spoke slowly, his voice a little dry: "I don't know, but she suddenly had a stomachache and her face was very pale."

Rong Chen frowned, and calculated that it was only seven and a half months.

The nurse quickly gave him the surgical gown, and he said softly, "I'll go in and check the situation."

Mu Beiting nodded and fell silent.

The waiting time was long and difficult. He sat on the orange chair outside the operation, clasped his hands slightly in front of him, and couldn't help but think of the last time.

Last time, she was pushed into the operating room in the same way, followed by a long and difficult wait.

And he almost lost their child, too regretful.

Mu Beiting was silent until there was the sound of hurried footsteps.

Mrs. Mu, Mrs. Lu, Mu Yusheng and others also hurried over.

"Brother, what's going on?" Mu Chenzhou was the first to speak.

Mu Beiting came back to his senses, looked at him and just shook his head slightly, without making a sound.

Mrs. Mu was supported by Ms. Lu in one hand and leaned on a cane in the other. She walked quickly: "What's going on? What happened to my great-grandson? How could it be so good?"

The old lady had a loud voice and was full of breath, and she could be seen to be extremely anxious.

Mu Beiting's Adam's apple moved slightly, his throat was dry, but he didn't know how to answer.

Seeing that he was silent, Mrs. Mu was very angry, she raised her crutches and was about to strike: "You are talking to me! Are you bullying my great-grandson again!"

Mu Yusheng quickly stopped him: "Mom, this is a hospital, please stop making trouble."

Mrs. Mu was panting heavily, not lightly.

Ms. Lu couldn't see it, so she protected her son and said anxiously: "Beiting, you are talking, what's wrong with Wanwan? Is the child okay?"

Mr. Mu frowned, and said in a deep voice, "Okay, don't ask him anymore, just wait quietly."

When the old man spoke, he was very dignified, but everyone fell silent.

The strong smell of disinfectant was a bit pungent in an overly quiet atmosphere, stimulating people's senses crazily.

Mu Beiting lowered his eyes and kept praying.

Even though he knew it was the most stupid but useless way, but at this moment, it seemed to be the only thing he could do for their mother and daughter.

I don't know if fate heard her praying, and within a few minutes, the door of the operating room was pushed open.

Rong Chen took off his mask and walked over quickly.

Mr. Mu and Mrs. Mu were the first to greet him: "Boy Rong, how are my granddaughter-in-law and great-grandson?"

Mrs. Mu was the first to speak, her hand on crutches was also a little unsteady.

Rong Chen supported the old lady and said in a gentle voice: "Grandma Mu, the current situation is quite optimistic. According to the current situation, it is premature."

"Early...premature?" Mrs. Mu's eyes widened, "You mean she's about to give birth?"

Rong Chen nodded, and there was a touch of seriousness under the gold-rimmed glasses: "Well, but the child is not enough months old, and the current situation is only seven and a half months old. The specific situation cannot be guaranteed yet."

Mrs. Mu couldn't help but asked, "Is that dangerous? Besides, isn't it said that premature babies are prone to problems? My great-grandson..."