Helplessness in Despair

"Is there anyone with Rh-negative blood type O, the blood bank has no blood of this type at present." The nurse came out of the emergency room and asked.

"I am!" Jie said. Because there are very few people with his blood type, and one of the rescued people has the same blood type as him. Is it really his child?

"Excuse me, is it okay for my child?" Jiara held the nurse and asked anxiously.

"The doctor is resuscitating, don't worry, this gentleman, please follow me here." The nurse said to Jie.

Jiara felt that she could hardly hold on anymore, because she knew that Qianhe had this blood type. The doctor told her at the time that there are very few people with this blood type. So be sure to avoid excessive bleeding, otherwise it will be very troublesome.

Jie came back soon, and the nurse took the freshly drawn blood and carefully sent it to the emergency room.

two hours later,

The doctor came out and shook his head at them,

Ji Ai'er fainted on the spot, and Mrs. Li who rushed over also cried to death.

"The adult and the little girl lost too much blood, and the rescue was ineffective. Please express your condolences!" said the doctor.

Jie felt that he had been punched so hard in the heart that it almost made him convulse with pain.

"There is another little boy who is fine, but with some bruises, and is under observation in the observation ward." The doctor added. Then walked away through the crowd.

Ji Ai'er woke up holding Ji Qianhe's small and cold body, she couldn't cry any tears, couldn't make any sound, her eyes showed a terrible emptiness.

"Ai'er—" Jie squatted down, trying to hug the child to calm Ji Ai'er down.

"Go away! Go away!" Jiara shouted at the top of her lungs, desperately hugging Ji Qianhe, but refused to let go.

"Ai'er——" Seeing Ji Ai'er like this, Jie began to regret his indifference when she came to find him before. Maybe the car accident hadn't happened at that time, maybe he could salvage everything.

"I hate you, I hate you, you killed your own child, you murderer!" Jiara looked at Jie with eyes full of resentment. This man has shattered her world.

Soon Jiara lost consciousness, and the sedative given to her by the doctor had already taken effect.

Jie sat on the chair decadently, only him, Min Ze and Jiara lying on the hospital bed were left in the advanced ward.

"Uncle, is my mommy asleep?" Min Ze, who was frightened before, overcame his fear and gently pulled Jie's sleeve and asked.

"I'm your daddy! Not uncle!" Jie said haggardly with his arms around Min Ze. When he saw Min Ze, he immediately realized how much he had caused Jiara to suffer, because Min Ze was almost a small copy of him. And he pushed his other child to death. She was so cute, she passed away without even calling him Daddy.

"Daddy is here, Mummy will be fine. Be good!" Jie didn't even know how to accompany and communicate with this child whose blood was flowing from him.

Jie holds Minze in his arms, and looks at Jiara on the hospital bed. She looked very weak at the moment, even in a state of deep sleep, her brows were still furrowed. She must have vented her resentment in the dream. All the pain he'd put on her growing up, and now the pain he'd caused her to lose her child.

Jie put the sleeping Min Ze beside Jiara, let him snuggle up to Jiara to fall asleep. Jie walked to the other side, sat down, and held Jiara's cold hand, which was even callused and rough. During these seven years, she must have suffered a lot in order to bring up her two children. So the once soft hands become rough. Jie put Jiara's hand on his face, feeling her pain.