After Shen Yu became pregnant, she started the child-raising mode.

Even Yin Yin's treatment progress was put aside.

So the person who treats Jin Sinian must not be Shen Yu!

The family doctor regretted: "I don't know the specific situation. But his illness, the possibility of waking up on his own is very unlikely. I think he found a neurologist comparable to Professor Hu Qing."

After hanging up, Fu Shiting immediately sent someone to contact Jin Sinian's family.

Jin Sinian has been out of the circle for two years, and the previous contact information and address are all invalid.

At night, the subordinates did not find the slightest clue!

dinner.

"Shi Ting, my health is much better now." Shen Yu heard some rumors, so she was a little anxious, "As for Yin Yin's second surgery, we can put it on the agenda."

Fu Shiting glanced at her: "Are you sure?"

Shen Yu nodded: "I'm very confident in the second operation. Tomorrow we'll take Yinyin to the hospital for an examination to see how her wound is recovering."

Fu Shiting: "Okay."

"Shi Ting, I'm sorry." Shen Yu's eyes suddenly turned red, "My dad has broken up with Wang Wanzhi. He plans to return to country B in the next few days. During this time, I've caused you trouble."

Fu Shiting picked up the glass and took a sip.

"And...about our children...I know you don't like children, so I don't expect you to like our children. Because I'm not physically suitable for abortion, this child, I should It will be born. If you don't want this child, I will raise him myself."

Shen Yu threw out this more sensitive topic.

Since Fu Shiting found out that she was pregnant, he never took the initiative to find her again.

She felt as if she had been thrown into a cold palace.

If it hadn't been useful to him, her fate would probably be similar to Qin An'an's.

"When the baby is born, I won't tell him who the father is. You don't have to worry about it." Shen Yu said rationally, "I thought a lot during this time. I figured it out, since you don't love me, I will You shouldn't be forced."

Fu Shiting: "Doctor Shen, if I let you abort the child..."

Shen Yu felt a chill in her heart, but her face remained decent: "If you insist on me killing the child, it's not impossible... It's just that after the child is aborted, I don't know how long it will take for my body to return to normal. Now that the child has taken shape, aborting a child is actually the same as giving birth to a child."

Fu Shiting listened to her words and began to weigh the pros and cons.

"I'm afraid of delaying Yin Yin's treatment." Shen Yu lowered her eyes and took a sip of soup, "Shi Ting, I know you haven't stopped looking for a doctor who can treat Yin Yin... I'm really sorry. Sorry for using this to threaten you."

Fu Shiting: "This is your capital."

"You must hate me in your heart."

Fu Shiting: "As long as you can cure Yin Yin, everything else is trivial."

Shen Yu: "We haven't talked like this for a long time. Shi Ting, I won't force you to do anything again. Can you stop hating me so much?"

Saying that, her hand took his big palm.

Fu Shiting took her hand away: "Shen Yu, I still say that, as long as you can cure Yin Yin, everything else is trivial."

"I will definitely try to cure Yinyin." Shen Yu said, "This weekend is Auntie's birthday. Your elder brother wants to have a party, and Auntie also wants to cheer up. They hope you can be there on the weekend."

"I see." Fu Shiting casually replied.

In his mind, he was still thinking about the doctor who treated Jin Sinian.

Why is this man so mysterious?

......

court.

After the judge sentenced Wang Qitian to be executed immediately, the gavel rang!

Qin Anan stood up from her seat.

Not far away, Wang Wanzhi, with gauze wrapped around her head, looked at her resentfully.

Qin Anan meets her gaze, spreads her legs, and prepares to walk towards her.

"Qin An'an, don't mess around! This is the courtroom." Mike had a shadow in his heart, so he quickly grabbed her.

"Oh." Qin Anan restrained her words and deeds.

She strode out of the courthouse. JrNovels.com