"Little uncle Yingluo."
For some reason, Chi Yi, who had been crying out in pain, suddenly calmed down. She looked at him with a gentle gaze and suddenly said, " "If, I'm saying if Yingluo"
"Eh? What?"
For some reason, Chi zuxu suddenly felt a little uneasy.
His thin lips pressed against the back of Chi Yi's hand, which grew colder and colder. Meanwhile, the large hand holding Chi Yi's hand also began to break out in cold sweat.
"If anything happens to me while I'm on the operating table," she continued.
"Nothing will happen!"
Before Chi Yi could finish her sentence, Chi zuxu cut her off. child, with me around, no one is allowed to let anything happen to you!! You'll be fine! Do you know? I won't allow anything to happen to you! You and the child are not allowed to be hurt. You must get off this operating table safely!"
Chi zuxu said firmly and domineeringly.
Chi Yi smiled, but her eyes were already filled with tears.
