Quadruplets' Charm: The Tycoon's Hidden Heirs-Chapter 172 - Could it be that he is already... dead

Chapter 172: Chapter 172: Could it be that he is already… dead?

Chapter 172 -172: Could it be that he is already… dead?

The pale hand resting on one side had small cuts, and the fingers twitched slightly. The pain became clear as consciousness returned, with intense agony focused below.

“Mmm…” Tang Yu moaned in pain, her body completely unable to move, “Chen… Chen Xindian…”

But at this moment, Chen Xindian seemed to be badly injured, unconscious, with blood covering his face from a head wound.

When the car had rushed off, there had been no time to fasten the seatbelt.

“It hurts so much…” Tang Yu’s voice was weak from the pain, which was even worse than after the anesthesia from childbirth.

Her trembling hand tried to touch her belly, and a sudden pain in her chest brought tears streaming down.

When Ye Sihan got out of the car, the scene he saw was just like that, the car deformed, wheels up, the people inside’s fate unknown.

Ye Sihan felt as if he couldn’t hear his own heartbeat anymore, his body mechanically rushed forward to pull at the door, but it wouldn’t budge, it was locked from the inside.

Through the blurred car window, it seemed he could see the figure lying inside.

Ye Sihan breathed heavily, his dark eyes bloodshot.

The bodyguard by his side was efficient, using an iron bar to forcibly pry the car door open.

When the car door was opened, the sight inside clenched Ye Sihan’s heart, and he immediately pulled the person out and held them in his arms, turning to head towards the Rolls-Royce.

“Drive fast,” Ye Sihan’s voice was terrifyingly hoarse.

The door hadn’t closed completely before the car had already sped off.

After closing the door, a strong smell of blood spread within the car.

Tang Yu trembled continuously in his arms as Ye Sihan held her tight.

“Don’t be afraid, we’ll be at the hospital soon…” Ye Sihan went to touch her face, only to realize his hand was all covered in blood.

The Tang Yu in his arms was breathing faintly, her face ashen as if all the blood had drained from her body.

“It hurts…” Tears overflowed from the corners of Tang Yu’s eyes, “It hurts so much…”

Ye Sihan ignored the blood on his hands, cradling her head against his chest, “We’ll be at the hospital soon, it won’t hurt then, right?”

Tang Yu tried to clearly see the face above her, but couldn’t because her eyes were too weak. Her hand clutched at Ye Sihan’s clothes, “Give me anesthesia… it hurts so much… help me…”

Ye Sihan couldn’t help with the pain; he could only hold her tightly and growled at the driver, “Faster!”

“The hospital is just ahead,” the driver said.

“We’re here, the hospital, no more to worry about.” Ye Sihan kissed Tang Yu’s pale lips, his voice gravelly.

As soon as the car arrived at the hospital, Ye Sihan carried Tang Yu and rushed in.

The hospital had already made preparations, with the emergency room ready and waiting.

He brought her straight into the emergency room, laying Tang Yu on the operating table.

As soon as she touched it, the white operating table was immediately stained red.

Tang Yu was in so much pain that she was nearly unconscious, but her hand still clung to Ye Sihan’s clothes.

Ye Sihan didn’t let go of her, holding her in the same embrace.

The doctors and nurses in the operating room had already begun to examine Tang Yu.

Checking on the pregnant woman’s condition and the situation of the child in her belly.

“Ye Sihan…” Tang Yu summoned the last of her consciousness to utter a weak sound.

“I’m here.”

“The baby… is it going to be lost…”

Ye Sihan turned away, looking at her still bulging belly, his dark eyes deep and restrained.

Then the doctor who completed the check said, “The pregnant woman has superficial skin injuries, but the baby is gone. We need to induce labor immediately, or the mother will be in life-threatening danger.” In other words, he needed to get out of there quickly.

Ye Sihan’s hand holding Tang Yu suddenly trembled, the veins on the back of his hand twisted and bulging.

Tang Yu in his arms seemed to have heard the doctor’s words too, as tears slipped down her cheeks again.

“Give her the anesthetic,” Ye Sihan said, his emotions suppressed, his voice raw.

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“Yes,” said the doctor. “But even if we administer the anesthetic now, it won’t take effect immediately.”

Meaning, the induced labor process would only be painless in the later part; she would still have to endure some pain initially.

Ye Sihan, looking at the person in his arms suffering with weak breaths, hardened his heart to let her go and stepped out of the operating room.

The doors of the operating room closed behind him.

Then, he heard Tang Yu’s cries, so piercing.

Ye Sihan stood stiffly at the door, eyes closed, breathing heavily, his fist clenched at his side, veins terrifyingly pronounced.

Meng Jilin, who hadn’t been informed, rushed over hastily and asked Sihan upon seeing him, “Is she inside? How is she? Is the child okay?”

His clothes and hair were disheveled, and he was breathing slightly heavily, indicating he had run over.

“Forget it, I’ll go in and see for myself.” Just as Meng Jilin was about to pass by Sihan, a fist came at him fiercely.

Meng Jilin was caught off guard and thus struck, causing a sharp pain in his jawbone, and an immediate sensation of dislocation, sending him stumbling backwards several steps.

Meng Jilin wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and yelled angrily, “Sihan, have you gone mad?”

“Haven’t I said that if anything happened to her child, you would bear the primary responsibility?” Sihan, like a demon crawling out of Hell, seemed desperate to tear the person in front of him to shreds.

Meng Jilin found his behavior bewildering.

The last checkup showed that the child was fine, what does it have to do with him?

“No, why would there be an accident with the child? Was it you?” Meng Jilin’s first reaction was that Sihan had laid hands on Tang Yu, even if it was a fight, it shouldn’t be severe enough to require the operating room. “Sihan, I’m going to fight you to the death!”

He raised his fists and rushed up to fight.

Unfortunately for Meng Jilin, Sihan was trained and kicked firmly on Meng’s kneecap.

Meng Jilin groaned in pain and fell to one knee.

He tried to stand and continue fighting Sihan, but another scream from Tang Yu came from inside.

Both men were shaken to a standstill.

“Get him out of here,” Sihan ordered coldly.

The bodyguards in the distance came over and forcibly dragged Meng Jilin away.

When Tang Yu woke up, she was already in the hospital room.

The faint smell of antiseptics, the pale ceiling, and a moment of dizziness later, her mind gradually cleared, and the images of the car accident appeared before her one by one.

Her abdomen throbbed faintly; when her hand touched her belly, she froze.

Her belly was flat, empty, nothing was there anymore.

Realizing what had happened, tears welled up in Tang Yu’s eyes and began to fall.

A hand came over and wiped away the tears at the corner of her eye.

A deep voice with a hint of coldness said, “Why are you crying? Is it because you lost the child?”

Gloominess overshadowed Tang Yu’s side and darkness filled the periphery of her vision.

She grabbed the face that looked down on her imposingly, Sihan, with trembling eyelashes and tearful eyes.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for it to happen, it was an accident…” she said. “Please don’t take it out on others; I can take responsibility…”

Sihan’s face was expressionless, and he fed her a straw, “Drink.”

Tang Yu’s pale lips quivered, she took a sip, feeling the warm water enter her throat, then another sip.

She didn’t even know how much she was supposed to drink and stopped only when the straw was taken away.

Seeing that Sihan was about to stand up, she immediately reached out, grabbing the hem of his suit, “Sihan, please… I’m willing to take the blame alone…”

Sihan stared at her for a moment, noting her pale face had not yet recovered, and how she was panting even with slight movements, so eager to plead with him.

His dark eyes were cold and deep as if looking out from a chilly abyss.

The knock on the door interrupted the suffocating atmosphere. “Mr. Ye.”

It was Xiao Yu.

Sihan pulled his hand away from hers, tucked her into the bed, said nothing, and turned to leave the room.

Tang Yu watched the door close, cutting off Sihan’s dark silhouette.

She turned her face towards the window.

The sky outside was pitch black. She didn’t know what time it was, nor how Yu Zhaohui was doing at the moment…

Could she already be… dead?

Tang Yu felt a suffocating pressure on her chest and buried herself into the blankets, sobbing so hard her body shook.

Maybe from exhaustion, she didn’t know when she fell asleep.

But her sleep was restless, half awake, half dreaming, with a racing heart and muttering words.

Sihan sat on the edge of the bed, wiping the sweat from Tang Yu’s forehead with a warm towel.

A doctor was taking her temperature.

Xiao Yu knocked and came in, “Mr. Ye, the situation in Gambling City has been settled.”

Sihan’s dark eyes gathered an ominous presence, “I want to make it clear to them who the real king of Jingdu is.”