My life is ending, and my aloof CEO wife is taking revenge on me.

Chapter 280 The Child Is Sick

Now that I've taken the initiative to come to her, Song Yafei has disappeared.

There must be a reason for anything unusual.

Moreover, Assistant Luo on the phone was hesitant and refused to explain things clearly to me.

"Assistant Luo, has something happened? Does it mean that your CEO Song is no longer planning to cooperate with us?"

"Sir, you've misunderstood. It's just a private matter for President Song, and I can't say more. Please forgive me."

Private matters?

Madam Song?

Or is it her child?

I hesitated for a moment, and then Assistant Luo, who was reluctant to talk much on the phone, suddenly said, "Actually, someone in the family is sick, so it might take a while. Can you wait, sir?"

I got sick?

Is that Madam Song?

However, when Madam Song was ill before, Song Yafei only asked the hospital staff to take extra care of her.

I don't believe she's changed her mind over the past few years.

That was her child.

Is it really that important?

Taking time off work due to illness has never been Song Yafei's style.

Was that child too important to her?

Or was it because she had deep feelings for the child's father?

Assistant Luo said it was someone else's private matter and he shouldn't interfere, so I shouldn't ask either.

My thoughts were already in a daze until the call ended.

Another day passed, and I still hadn't received a call from Song Yafei. I was getting impatient. I didn't want to stay in the lockdown for too long; I just wanted to finish quickly and go back, and I didn't want any entanglement with Song Yafei beyond our collaboration.

I was getting restless, and I couldn't even tell if what Assistant Luo said was true.

So he immediately sent Uncle Zhao to investigate.

Uncle Zhao quickly received the news and reported it to me.

"Indeed, someone is sick. It's President Song's youngest son. I heard he has a serious illness."

what?

My already restless heart became even more agitated after hearing what Uncle Zhao said.

How could a baby who is only a few months old get seriously ill?

It's unbelievable!

If I feel this way, then Song Yafei would probably find it even more difficult to accept.

So I decided to go to the hospital to see my child.

But Uncle Zhao was against it.

I explained to him, "Putting aside my relationship with Song Yafei, it's heartbreaking to hear that such a young child is sick."

"Moreover, Song Yafei did help me. Now that I know about this, it's hard for me to do nothing."

"And I'll go check on the situation. If Song Yafei really can't get away, then we'll go back as soon as possible and wait until things are stable on her end before we come back to discuss cooperation."

Uncle Zhao was quickly persuaded.

So in the afternoon, I went to the hospital with Uncle Zhao.

I never expected that as soon as we found the ward, we would overhear the doctor and Song Yafei talking at the door.

The doctor told Song Yafei, "President Song, the young master has congenital leukemia."

I froze for a moment, felt a pang of pain in my heart, and my hand, which was about to push open the door, froze.

It's heartbreaking that a baby only a few months old could contract such a terrible disease.

This was Song Yafei's voice, filled with disbelief, coming from the ward: "Impossible, Xiao Xiaotian has always been healthy, how could he possibly get this kind of disease?"

Little Tian?

Is it a nickname?

This name made me pause for a moment. Why would Song Yafei give her child such a name?

This makes me wonder if it has anything to do with me.

The doctor calmly and professionally explained to Song Yafei, "I have checked the young master's test results and blood count several times, and there are indeed no problems."

"As for Mr. Song's suspicions, I can explain that diseases like congenital leukemia can only be detected after the baby is born."

“Even if he was healthy in the womb, it is difficult to guarantee that the child will not get this disease.”

"What should I do now... how can I save my child?"

Song Yafei's voice trembled, and the fear of losing her was heartbreaking to hear.

"With current medical technology, there are only two options: one is to find suitable hematopoietic stem cells in the blood bank for transplantation."

"I'll have someone contact the hospital right now to find suitable hematopoietic stem cells," Song Yafei said in a panic.

"President Song, please don't get agitated."

I saw Song Yafei's nervous expression through the glass in the door, and she frantically pulled out her phone to make a call, but the doctor stopped her.

And tell her a sad truth.

"When I found out the results, I was already looking for a suitable match, but this morning I received the definite news that there are no matching results yet."

Song Yafei suddenly became hysterical, "What? Are you asking me to just watch the child suffer?"

"How can such a young child endure this?"

As she spoke, tears streamed down her face, wetting her cheeks.

The doctor looked helpless, but there was nothing he could do.

He could only comfort Song Yafei, "Don't worry, the hospital will do its best to treat the young master. During this time, we will also continue to expand our search and we will definitely find a suitable match."

"I hope you take care of yourself and also take care of the young master."

How can anyone accept such a fact, especially a mother? How can she watch her child suffer in a hospital bed?

"You mean you want me to wait?"

Song Yafei looked at the child on the bed, her heart filled with sorrow. Her body swayed precariously, as if she would collapse at any moment.

I couldn't help but push open the ward door and step forward to catch Song Yafei's limp body.

When Song Yafei turned her head and saw it was me, tears streamed down her face uncontrollably. She could only watch me cry in vain.

"Zhang Tian, ​​my child, my child..."

After muttering a couple of words, she suddenly closed her eyes and fainted.

My heart ached a little, but without hesitation, I picked her up and placed her on the bed. There was also a companion bed next to the child's bed.

Song Yafei fainted because she was overwhelmed by the shock and anxiety. She will wake up after a short rest.

The doctor gave a few instructions and then left the ward.

Uncle Zhao put the gifts and toys he had brought aside. Seeing Song Yafei's state, he didn't say anything, but just sighed inwardly.

I glanced at the child on the bed, the tiny little one with tubes inserted into his body—how painful that must be.

I never imagined that such a small child would have to endure such pain. It's so pitiful!

I looked at Uncle Zhao and gave him instructions.

"Uncle Zhao, could you ask the doctor about the situation and what kind of cooperation is needed? If possible, we can also help find a match."

"After all, he's such a young child."

"Okay, I'll contact them right away."

Before Song Yafei woke up, I went to the child's bedside, stared at the child, and felt a sense of familiarity, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it.

Before I met my child, I would sometimes wonder what he would look like.

Does she resemble Song Yafei more, or that man more?