Han Jing'er's mind went blank and she didn't know what she should do.

After a long, long time, she slowly and step by step moved outside the hospital. When the wind blew on her face, she raised her head and realized for the first time that the wind in this city was so sharp that it could blow people away.

It's cold and painful.

She thought about it for a long time.

long time.

Finally picked up the phone and called Qiao Weizhong.

His mobile phone still had that dazzling ringtone. Liu Ruoying's singing voice sounded: "...I want to ask you if you dare to love me like you said you did. I want to ask you if you dare to be crazy about love like me...

"

Qiao Weizhong finally answered the phone.

"Hello?"

"Qiao Weizhong, I'm afraid!"

"Jing'er, what's wrong?"

"Qiao Weizhong, I'm afraid!"

"What's the matter? Jing'er? What happened?"

"I'm in the maternal and child hospital now. I'm pregnant. The baby is yours. I want an abortion. But I'm afraid! Qiao Weizhong, I'm afraid that something will happen to me on the operating table and I will die. I don't want to die! I'm so young, I

I don’t want to die.”

Han Jing'er cried while talking. Initially she was just sobbing, but later she started to cry loudly.

She was really afraid.

She heard an earth-shaking loud noise from the other side of the phone. She didn't know if it was Qiao Weizhong falling to the ground, or something else falling to the ground, but it was a loud noise.

After the phone was silent for a while, Qiao Weizhong's voice was heard again, saying nervously on the other end of the phone: "Jing'er, just stand there and don't walk away. Do you hear me? I'll be there soon."

Although they broke up, Qiao Weixi fell in love with this scumbag, but he still wasn't completely scumbag.

After all, he still cares about Han Jing'er's life and death.

Qiao Wei rushed over in a hurry. He hugged the helpless woman into his arms, hugging her tightly just like he did before, while murmuring: "Jing'er, it's okay! It's okay!"

Han Jinger cried again and again.

Cried and cried.

In the corridor of the hospital, there were many people coming and going, and there was no end in sight. Han Jing'er was sitting on the bench opposite the obstetrics and gynecology department, her head lowered, and her body was shivering.

Qiao Weizhong sat next to her and kept holding her hand, holding it hard. He said softly: "Jing'er, don't be afraid! It'll be okay, Jing'er, don't be afraid!"

These words seemed to comfort her, but also seemed to comfort himself.

The door to the diagnosis room would open from time to time, and a young female nurse in a pink coat would poke her head out and shout the patient's name, and then a girl would come in.

Beads of sweat broke out on Han Jing'er's forehead.

Drop after drop.

At this moment, the door of the operating room next to it opened, and a young girl bent over, clutching her stomach in pain, and staggered out with difficulty.

Her hair was in a mess, with traces of being squeezed during the struggle. Her small face was extremely pale, and she was sweating coldly, as if she had been drained of moisture, as if she was exhausted.

The door to the diagnosis room opened again, and the young female nurse shouted: "Han Jing'er——"

Han Jing'er walked in tremblingly.

The middle-aged female doctor in a white coat, in her forties, is very amiable.

"How many days has it been since your period?"

"One week."

"Any reaction?"

"Yes, vomiting."

"Have you tried a pregnancy test before?"

"No."

"Let's check it out."

Han Jing'er underwent various tests. The result was a false alarm. She was not pregnant, but suffered from mild gastroenteritis.

(Unfinished. To be continued) Han Jing'er's mind went blank and she didn't know what she should do.

After a long, long time, she slowly and step by step moved outside the hospital. When the wind blew on her face, she raised her head and realized for the first time that the wind in this city was so sharp that it could blow people away.

It's cold and painful.

She thought about it for a long time.

long time.

Finally picked up the phone and called Qiao Weizhong.

His mobile phone still had that dazzling ringtone. Liu Ruoying's singing voice sounded: "...I want to ask you if you dare to love me like you said you did. I want to ask you if you dare to be crazy about love like me...

"

Qiao Weizhong finally answered the phone.

"Hello?"

"Qiao Weizhong, I'm afraid!"

"Jing'er, what's wrong?"

"Qiao Weizhong, I'm afraid!"

"What's the matter? Jing'er? What happened?"

"I'm in the maternal and child hospital now. I'm pregnant. The baby is yours. I want an abortion. But I'm afraid! Qiao Weizhong, I'm afraid that something will happen to me on the operating table and I will die. I don't want to die! I'm so young, I

I don’t want to die.”

Han Jing'er cried while talking. Initially she was just sobbing, but later she started to cry loudly.

She was really afraid.

She heard an earth-shaking loud noise from the other side of the phone. She didn't know if it was Qiao Weizhong falling to the ground, or something else falling to the ground, but it was a loud noise.

After the phone was silent for a while, Qiao Weizhong's voice was heard again, saying nervously on the other end of the phone: "Jing'er, just stand there and don't walk away. Do you hear me? I'll be there soon."

Although they broke up, Qiao Weixi fell in love with this scumbag, but he still wasn't completely scumbag.

After all, he still cares about Han Jing'er's life and death.

Qiao Wei rushed over in a hurry. He hugged the helpless woman into his arms, hugging her tightly just like he did before, while murmuring: "Jing'er, it's okay! It's okay!"

Han Jinger cried again and again.

Cried and cried.

In the corridor of the hospital, there were many people coming and going, and there was no end in sight. Han Jing'er was sitting on the bench opposite the obstetrics and gynecology department, her head lowered, and her body was shivering.

Qiao Weizhong sat next to her and kept holding her hand, holding it hard. He said softly: "Jing'er, don't be afraid! It'll be okay, Jing'er, don't be afraid!"

These words seemed to comfort her, but also seemed to comfort himself.

The door to the diagnosis room would open from time to time, and a young female nurse in a pink coat would poke her head out and shout the patient's name, and then a girl would come in.

Beads of sweat broke out on Han Jing'er's forehead.

Drop after drop.

At this moment, the door of the operating room next to it opened, and a young girl bent over, clutching her stomach in pain, and staggered out with difficulty.

Her hair was in a mess, with traces of being squeezed during the struggle. Her small face was extremely pale, and she was sweating coldly, as if she had been drained of moisture, as if she was exhausted.

The door to the diagnosis room opened again, and the young female nurse shouted: "Han Jing'er——"

Han Jing'er walked in tremblingly.

The middle-aged female doctor in a white coat, in her forties, is very amiable.

"How many days has it been since your period?"

"One week."

"Any reaction?"

"Yes, vomiting."

"Have you tried a pregnancy test before?"

"No."

"Let's check it out."

Han Jing'er underwent various tests. The result was a false alarm. She was not pregnant, but suffered from mild gastroenteritis.
Chapter completed!