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Chapter 115

When Jiang Lan woke up again, she was already on the bed in the inpatient department, with an infusion needle hanging on the back of her hand, and her lower abdomen no longer hurt that much.

She was lying alone in the ward with no one around.

Jiang Lan raised her head and glanced at the infusion bottle. The bottle was almost empty. She pushed herself up and rang the call bell next to her.

Within two minutes, a young doctor came in. He changed Jiang Lan's medicine first, and then looked at Jiang Lan.

"how are you feeling?"

Jiang Lan stared at the doctor for a moment, then she touched her body. Finally she saw the mobile phone on the bedside table with her peripheral vision, and picked it up to type.

——Doctor, what’s wrong with me?

The doctor was a little surprised when he looked at the words on the phone, but soon returned to normal. This was everyone's first reaction after finding out she was mute. Jiang Lan was used to it.

"You fainted. Go to the doctor after the infusion and she will tell you."

Only then did Jiang Lan notice the badge on his chest. He was an intern.

Jiang Lan nodded, lay back on the bed, and waited quietly for the infusion to finish.

The ward was empty, with no one around. There was a paralyzed old man lying in the end, unable to speak. Two people who could not speak were lying in the ward, looking particularly lonely.

Jiang Lan picked up her phone and looked at it. It was already past four in the afternoon, and her phone was quiet. No one sent her a message.

She turned off her phone and turned to look at the old man on the bed in the corner.

After a while, a gray-haired aunt came in carrying a large bag of gifts. She went straight to the old man's bed, skillfully took out a basin and towel, and wiped his body.

After wiping his body, he fed the uncle again. He was still mumbling something to himself. It was probably that his grandson had been raped by his parents again, how much money his son had sent back, etc...

As she talked, she began to complain again about why she didn't enjoy the blessings of marrying him and had to serve him when she grew old.

The uncle couldn't speak and could only follow the aunt with his eyes.

The aunt said, her voice mixed with sobs, she said: "You are fine, I have taken care of you for eight years, and I still miss you a little when I think of you lying in the hospital every day."

Jiang Lan looked at the two old men. Tears were shining in the old man's eyes. His fingers were trembling. He probably wanted to raise his hand to wipe away the aunt's tears, but he couldn't.

Jiang Lan turned her head away from them. She looked at the sky outside the door. The dark clouds were very low and it was going to rain again.

After losing the last bottle of water, she went to see the doctor.

Coincidentally, it was the same doctor who looked at her last time. His eyes were full of helplessness and hatred.

"Did you come here last time?"

Jiang Lan nodded. She took out her ID card and handed it to the doctor. The doctor entered her name and called up her file on the computer.

There was a bit of anger on the doctor's face, and she scolded: "Didn't you still have to protect the miscarriage last time? You..."

She couldn't find anything to say for a while, because it would be too unpleasant to curse, so she held back.

"I really don't understand what you young people are thinking about now. You just had surgery and you can't bear it for a month?"

Jiang Lan heard what she meant and lowered his head in confusion.

"You are bleeding due to uterine inflammation, and judging from the time, you have been suffering from inflammation for several days. Why did you wait until it became serious before you came to the hospital?"

Jiang Lan pursed her lips and pinched the corners of her clothes with her fingers. For these private words, every word made her face feel hot.

The doctor also said: "Little girl, don't blame me for not warning you. If you don't pay attention, it will become more than just inflammation. Cervical erosion may turn into cervical cancer. I am not an alarmist."
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