In September,it is autumn,and in City A it is still very hot;the chirping cicadas on the turquoise branches keep calling dryly;the sky is low and dull as if it was about to rain heavy.
A man was standing at the entrance of the obstetrics and gynecology operating room of the city hospital.The man was very handsome,with three-dimensional facial features and peach blossom eyes.His eyes were full of anxiety.
His name is Trace,twenty-eight years old,and he runs a law firm in City A.He is a young lawyer.
The sound of footsteps thudding,back and forth,over and over again,he did not know how many times he turned around at the door of the operating room.
Suddenly the door of the operating room opened,and from inside hurriedly came out a nurse;the nurse was anxious,as soon as she came out she raised his voice and shouted,"Where is the family of Mila?Who is the family of Mila?"
"I…I am."
Trace took big steps forward,full of eagerness,"Nurse,how is Mila?Has the baby been born?"
"The patients condition is very bad,and her emotion was unstable;she also refuses to try hard;there is a risk of bleeding if she continues this,so she urgently needs a caesarean section."The nurse handed over an operation sheet,"The operation needs the signature of the family,and are you her husband?Please sign."
"Need her family members signature?"
Trace hesitated for a moment.
"What?Youre not a family member?"The nurse caught the hesitation in the mans eyes and immediately said,"If you are not,please inform Milas family immediately;she is very dangerous and urgently needs surgery;it cannot be delayed."
The nurse dropped these few words and turned around and went into the operating room.
At the door the mans expression turned darken;his bony fingers clenched into fists.
Why is he not the husband of Mila?Why is Milas husband just that bastard who doesnt know how to cherish her?
With red eyes,the man finally took out his cell phone from the pocket of his suit pants and dialed the phone number that he was extremely reluctant to dial.
The phone rang and rang,but there was no answer.When he called for the seventh time,the phone was finally answered.
At the other end of the line was a womans voice,very delicate and charming,"Mr.Mascen is with me,please do not disturb…"
"Tell Mascen to listen to the phone immediately,immediately."When he said these words,Trace almost roared out;the veins on his forehead burst up.
The woman on the other end of the phone seemed terrified;she was trembling as she shouted,"Mr.Mascen,he wants you to pick up the phone…"
For about ten seconds,the phone finally changed to a mans voice,mid-bass,very magnetic,but also very impatient,"Say,call me to do what?"
"Mascen,you are a son of a bitch;you are still fucking around at this time;do you know that Mila is giving birth for you in the hospital?Do you know that she had a difficult time?Do you know that she urgently needs an operation?"
The other side of the phone was silent for a few seconds,and then came a very cold laugh,"She gave birth to a child,and what does it matter to me?"
These words made Trace more than furious,if Mascen was in front of him,he would definitely not hesitate to break his incisors and kick off his life root,so that he would never have a second child in this life.
But Mila is still in the operating room;she needs Mascens signature to live.
Traces temples jumped suddenly,but he held back his anger again,"Mascen,it counts on me to beg you,please come to the hospital,OK?We are in the gynecology and obstetrics department of the city hospital;Mila needs your signature.I beg you;she gave birth to your child,if you dont do the surgery,she may die…"
"I said,what does it matter to me?Its none of my business if she wants to give birth and die;shes a murderer anyway…"