My Mr. Song is extremely protective ( Machine Translation )

Qiao Yu went forward and pushed Zhao Jiaming. "young master is in trouble. Something big has happened. ".

"Li Hongjiao ran away and hit young master. "

"What did you say? ''ZhaooJiamingg raised his head and said, "tell me clearly what happened.

"What exactly happened? "

Qiao Yu lowered his head and told the whole story.

"Li Hongjiao, why don't you go die? " Zhao Jiaming had drunk quite a lot just now and his head hurt.

"Young Master, what should we do next? "

"What else can we do? Quickly send me to the hospital. "

Qiao Yu heard the order and went forward to help. He helped Zhao Jiaming all the way down the stairs.

Then, he got into the wheelchair and left the house. He took a car and headed straight to the hospital.

As soon as he arrived at the hospital, he received news from his subordinates.

The child's condition was not good. On the surface, he was not injured, but he was bleeding internally.

The child needed surgery, so he needed a large amount of blood. There was not much blood stored in the hospital, so he had to look for blood ties.

After Zhao Jiaming heard this, he immediately asked Qiao Yu to push him to give the child blood transfusion.

When they reached the blood collection room, the doctor first collected some blood samples from Zhao Jiaming's body. He prepared to test the blood type. If the blood type matched, then he could take the blood.

"Doctor, I'm the child's father. There's no need for this collection.

"You can just take the blood directly. " Zhao Jiaming was very worried about his son.

The doctor shook his head. "That won't do. If the child's blood type follows the mother's, then it'll be bad. "

Zhao Jiaming had no choice but to sit at the side and wait.

Half an hour later, the doctor looked at the blood type reaction and frowned. "I'm sorry. You and the child's blood type don't match.

We can't transfuse blood for him."

"How is that possible? Did you make a mistake? " Zhao Jiaming said in shock. "We're biological father and son. How can our blood types not match? "

"Sir, let me tell you the truth. You have blood type A and the child has blood type B.

"No matter what blood type your wife has?

"It's absolutely impossible that the two of you are biological father and son. " The doctor felt that he had been wronged, so he simply told the truth.

The doctor checked the blood type mainly because he was afraid of making mistakes.

Such an accident had happened before.

Poor man in a wheelchair. His wife must have cheated on him. He hadn't realized that if the child hadn't met with an accident, he might have been raised by someone else for the rest of his life.

Zhao Jiaming was stunned that the child he had loved for months wasn't biological?

How could he accept this?

"Young Master, how is this possible? " In his heart, Qiao Yu felt that Zhao Jiaming was too pitiful.

His son was not his biological son, and the woman even cheated on him.

"Qiao Yu, Li Hongjiao, where is that Stinky woman? " At this moment, Zhao Jiaming felt that his head was green.

Qiao Yu said, "I heard from my subordinate that she just came out of the resuscitation room.

She should be in the ward. Young Master, what are you doing?"

"Push me over. " Zhao Jiaming's expression was very calm, but his heart could be said to be in turmoil.

He had to figure out what was going on with the Child?

Qiao Yu pushed the wheelchair all the way to Li Hongjiao's ward.

Li Hongjiao had just woken up and looked at her surroundings when she remembered what had just happened.

Fatty Liu drove the car out, but because he was not skilled in his movements, he directly rushed towards the nanny who had just walked over.

The child!

Li Hongjiao thought that her son might be injured, so she pulled out the IV tube and was about to get out.

"Li Hongjiao, tell me clearly, whose child is this? " Zhao Jiaming saw Li Hongjiao as soon as he entered, and she was wearing a hospital gown.

Li Hongjiao saw that Zhao Jiaming had suddenly appeared, and she was so scared that she sat down.