Pregnant After Healing the Alpha

Chapter 314: Chapter 304 I’ve Always Been Here
 

The corridor was deathly silent; no one spoke again.

Hong Juanfang retreated to Liu Zheng’s side, hiding behind him as she stared at the tightly closed doors of the operating room, scenes of Qiao Jing plotting against Jiang Ling suddenly popping into her mind.

She was startled and her concern for her daughter overshadowed her fear of Zhan Qipei, so she plucked up her courage to speak.

“Have you lost your mind? She’s trying to harm my daughter, and you actually let her in! If anything happens to my daughter, the Jiangs and the Lius will fight to the death against your Zhan Family!”

Zhan Qipei’s voice was icy to the extreme, brooking no interruption.

“I said she’s going in there to save Jiang Ling! Don’t you understand? Huh?”

Hong Juanfang dared not oppose Zhan Qipei any longer and silently walked to one side, beginning a long wait.

Witnessing that Hong Juanfang and Liu Zheng had ceased their commotion, Lou Xinrou’s heart was like an ant on a hot pan, anxiously spinning in circles.

The child might be gone, but Jiang Ling must not come to harm.

But she had a huge hemorrhage; could Jiang Ling really be safe and sound?

Lou Xinrou had only intended to frame Qiao Jing, to plunge her into an abyss of endless calamity; why was it turning out that neither the mother nor the child could be saved?

Lou Xinrou shuddered even more at the thought that Jiang Ling might be brought out covered in a white sheet from the inside.

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Jiang Ling, Jiang Ling, you mustn’t have any trouble!

Zhan Nanqing looked at Lou Xinrou again, only to find her staring at the floor, lost in thought, trembling even more than before.

Why was Lou Xinrou so afraid and nervous? There were only three of them there; if it wasn’t Qiao Jing, then who else could it be?

The terrifying suspicion in her heart surfaced again.

What if the person who pushed Jiang Ling had been Lou Xinrou?

But she couldn’t just settle on this idea in her mind, after all, Lou Xinrou had been her friend since they were kids; if it really was her doing…

Zhan Nanqing couldn’t bear to think any further; if it really had been Lou Xinrou, would she have to tell someone else?

Time passed excruciatingly slowly, and Hong Juanfang and Liu Zheng, unable to stand any longer, approached Zhan Qipei once again.

Liu Zheng suppressed his towering rage, his words almost popping out through clenched teeth.

“President Zhan, we are family members, we have the right to go in.”

Hong Juanfang was so anxious she stamped her foot, looking as though she would rush in at any moment, but Zhan Qipei stood like a wall, blocking the door resolutely.

“What are you doing?! Don’t think we don’t dare to confront the Zhan Family, if anything happens to my daughter, the Jiangs and the Lius will fight you to the death!

Even if we don’t skin you, we’ll take a bite out of your flesh!”

Zhan Qipei paid no attention to the two of them at all, standing in front of the operating room and staring straight ahead, not sparing them a glance.

Hong Juanfang and Liu Zheng had no chance to enter and could only pace back and forth at the door of the operating room.

Su Manhan, seeing how big the situation had become, was both angry and empathetic as she whispered to Zhan Yao.

“I tell you, even if the old master were here, it wouldn’t help! Not only is Qiao Jing the Zhan Family’s disaster, but her heart is also vicious.

This involves two lives; unless Jiang Ling and her child both come out safe, Qiao Jing’s fate will only be worse.”

Back when she was pregnant with Zhan Qipei’s child, she had been grazed by a car and fell on the ground, stirring the fetus and almost causing a miscarriage!

Her leg had bled, she was so scared she cried for half a day, and it was only after being sent to the hospital that they managed to save it.

Jiang Ling was nearly pushed down the stairs; her situation must be far worse than hers was.

Suddenly!

The light in the operating room dimmed, and the door was opened along with it.

The doctor came out first.

“Congratulations, mother and child are safe.”

As Jiang Ling was wheeled out on the mobile hospital bed, Hong Juanfang saw the pallor on her daughter’s face and tears instantly welled up and spilled over.

She clung tightly to the edge of the bed, sobbing uncontrollably.

Liu Zheng, a grown man, also shed tears.

“Thank you, thank you all, I’m truly so grateful!”

Everyone’s gaze, except for Zhan Qipei’s, was fixed on Jiang Ling.

Su Manhan clutched Zhan Yao’s hand tightly, joy evident on her face.

Zhan Nanqing also breathed a sigh of relief, thankful that both mother and child were unharmed.

While Lou Xinrou’s face showed joy, it was mixed with some gloominess.

How could Qiao Jing’s medical skills be so formidable? Jiang Ling’s condition had been so critical, yet she actually managed to save the child?

Qiao Jing was the last to exit the operating room. Everyone surrounded Jiang Ling’s bed, following the nurses toward the ward.

She felt a splitting headache coming on. Originally, during the rescue of Jiang Ling, she had been hit in the abdomen, and now after performing a lengthy surgery,

it had consumed even more of her energy, making her body feel overwhelmed.

Being able to persevere until the end of the surgery under physical discomfort was already enough, but the cost was an intense pain throbbing in her temples.

Qiao Jing looked pale as she stood at the entrance of the operating room, appearing on the verge of collapse. She took a few steps forward, her steps somewhat unsteady.

She intended to get to a chair and rest, but as she lifted her foot, she suddenly stumbled.

Her entire body pitched forward, but instead of the anticipated pain, she fell into a warm embrace.

Qiao Jing was very familiar with the scent of the person holding her, but she struggled, attempting to stand on her own.

Noticing her intent, Zhan Qipei hugged her tighter, his tender voice full of concern rising above her head.

“I’ll take you to rest.”

Zhan Qipei’s hand moved to Qiao Jing’s waist, drawing her into his embrace.

Qiao Jing’s eyelashes fluttered, she glanced sideways at the strong, muscular arm around her waist.

The man’s arm was thick, half of it encircling her waist, making her feel very secure.

Had it been before, she would have hesitated not a moment to leave Zhan Qipei’s arms; she had grown accustomed to being on her own.

But at that moment, a thought emerged in Qiao Jing’s mind: she wanted to rely on Zhan Qipei just for a while, a little while would be enough.

She was tired.

She didn’t want to move anymore.

“Hmm,” Qiao Jing murmured softly, allowing the man to hold her waist.

Zhan Qipei, holding Qiao Jing, made their way to the rest room, all the while letting the girl lean on him so she wouldn’t be so tired.

He helped her lie down on the bed and then considerately poured her a cup of hot water, handing it to her.

“Are you very tired? Rest after drinking the water. I’ll be right here, don’t worry.”

Qiao Jing’s long eyelashes trembled as she drank the hot water, and then her body uncontrollably collapsed onto the soft bed.

She let out a light sigh.

“The surgery was successful.”

When Zhan Qipei saw Qiao Jing emerge from the operating room, her face etched with exhaustion, his heart was already aching unbearably.

Seeing her now so tired that she directly fell onto the bed made him even more distressed for his wife.