Chapter 341 ICU, Pregnancy

Song Ni was impatient, but the firefighters wouldn't let her in without proper protective gear. While putting on the equipment, Song Ni was terrified, calling out Tan Zheng's name repeatedly, her body uncontrollably trembling. "Are you sure you can do this?" the firefighter still seemed unconvinced. Song Ni pinched the tiger's mouth on her hand hard, forcing herself to calm down. She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, her eyes were resolute. The firefighter said nothing more, just sped up his actions. Song Ni crouched down, following the firefighter's instructions, and cautiously peered inside. The visibility was dim, and she couldn't adapt immediately, seeing nothing but smelling the scent of blood. Song Ni's heart skipped a beat. "Tan Zheng? Can you hear me?" There was no response. Song Ni forced back her emotions and took out a small flashlight to illuminate the car's interior. Tan Zheng was trapped in the driver's seat with his eyes closed, his head and body covered in blood, his shoulder pierced by the wreckage of the race car. Song Ni's face instantly turned ashen, her lips losing all color, trembling uncontrollably. She reached out to touch Tan Zheng, but recoiled as if shocked by electricity the moment her fingertips brushed against him. She was afraid. Afraid that touching him somewhere would worsen his injuries. Tears flowed instantly, and Song Ni's throat ached severely. "Tan Zheng? It's me, Tan Zheng. Wake up." There was still no response. Song Ni's trembling hand reached out and placed her fingertips on his neck. Warm blood, and a faint pulse. The firefighter asked from outside, "Miss, what's the situation inside? Please describe it so we can rescue him effectively." Song Ni bit her lip, trying desperately to stabilize her emotions. Her voice was a little shaky, intermittent, but she clearly conveyed the situation inside the car to the firefighters outside. Her nerves were taut. She lowered her hand to find Tan Zheng's and held it tightly. "His leg is trapped in the car. The driver's side door is severely deformed. Forcing it open will injure him." "I can't get a clear view of the other side right now, but he's badly hurt. His shoulder is pierced." "The only way is to continue dismantling the car from this side, but it needs to be propped up to maintain the interior space." "And..." Song Ni's voice was fragmented, on the verge of breaking down. "Please hurry." Tan Zheng's pulse was very weak. She smelled gasoline. After Song Ni came out, a smaller firefighter had already arrived and taken over her task, peering into the car. Upon smelling the gasoline, the firefighter forcefully led Song Ni away. Although the possibility of an explosion was small, it was better to be safe than sorry. Song Ni's strength was no match for a professional firefighter, and as she was being led away, she could only watch them hammer the car and dismantle it. Her ears seemed to be injured, buzzing. Her vision blurred, and the scene from her dream kept playing in her mind. Blood, gasoline, fire. The firefighters had already started moving Tan Zheng out of the car. Song Ni saw his upper body. The light was brighter, allowing her to see the blood all over him and the object piercing his shoulder more clearly. Such a strong man, yet he looked so lifeless at this moment. Song Ni's breathing suddenly became rapid, her stomach ached intensely, and she slowly slid down. Before she completely lost consciousness, she heard everyone screaming. She saw the flames. The race was being broadcast live. As soon as they saw Tan Zheng use his car to block a competitor's out-of-control vehicle, the broadcast cut out. After various news reports flooded the internet, Lu Fang, Tang Qin Yun, and Qin Yang Cheng Ling immediately flew to England. Tan's mother fainted upon seeing the live broadcast and was unable to fly to England due to her condition. Song family's Tang Tang was in her late pregnancy, so only Song Jing went. Song Ni wanted to come over midway. At that time, Tan Zheng was still in surgery. She struggled out of bed, wanting to see Tan Zheng, but only took a couple of steps before she fainted again. She was pregnant. Just over a month. Due to irregular sleep patterns and consuming cold foods recently, this pregnancy was not stable. The bleeding she experienced earlier was a sign of a miscarriage. However, Song Ni's body, accustomed to exercise, still had a good foundation, and the baby was resilient enough to survive after yesterday's events and Song Ni's significant emotional turmoil. But now, Song Ni had to lie in bed and rest. Before Qin Yang and the others arrived, Vivian rushed back after hearing the news. She stayed by Song Ni's bedside, tightly holding her hand. "Krist, I lost my baby. You and your baby must be well." Song Ni's face was pale, a look Vivian had never seen before. Just looking at her for a few more moments, tears couldn't help but well up. What kind of terrible luck was this? One thing after another, did heaven just not want them to live good lives? Tan Zheng's surgery lasted a full thirteen hours, and he managed to survive. After the operation, he was directly transferred to the intensive care unit. He was severely injured. He had several bone fractures caused by compression, the most serious being the pierced shoulder. The position was somewhat low, affecting the spinal cord. Although the surgery repaired it, it was unclear if it was fully repaired. Additionally, he had intracranial bleeding and did not undergo craniotomy for cleanup, relying on self-absorption. Therefore, no one knew when he would wake up, not even the top doctors could give an accurate reply. Song Ni woke up again an hour after Tan Zheng was sent to the intensive care unit. The hospital room was crowded. She looked at the familiar faces, the anxious and worried expressions on them, and her eyes widened abruptly. She sat up in bed. "Where's Tan Zheng?" Qin Yang was startled by Song Ni's movement and quickly pressed her shoulders, supporting her. "Nini, sit still. Don't get agitated." Song Ni clutched Qin Yang's hand tightly, her voice hoarse. Her pale face, her red-rimmed eyes, when had the Song family's eldest daughter ever been so disheveled? Qin Yang wiped away a tear. "Nini, Tan Shen's surgery was very successful. He's resting in the ward now. It's you who should be more careful. How could you not even know you're pregnant? You can't move around recklessly now, you can't harm my goddaughter." Pregnant? Song Ni, who had intended to get out of bed to see Tan Zheng, paused. She looked down at her stomach, her hands trembling as she slowly touched it. She was pregnant? Suddenly, many images flashed through her mind. Her period, two weeks late, falling asleep anytime, no longer liking her usual favorite drinks, even feeling uncomfortable at the smell of them. Song Ni's pupils suddenly contracted. "Is she okay?" She had bled a few days ago, could it be... Song Ni didn't dare to say the words.