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Chapter 336: The Passion of Love [10]

Han Zhiyan's tears flowed harder and her sobbing became more frequent.

Shangguan Chen's heart suddenly twitched tightly, and his eyes began to become tense. Regardless of her struggle, he hugged her and said in a gentle tone, "Don't be afraid. It's my fault. I scared you. Stop crying."

, stop crying!”

Han Zhiyan seemed to wake up from the fright in the past, feeling the warm embrace, listening to the familiar and soft voice, holding Shangguan Chen's clothes tightly with both hands, and said inarticulately, "No, no, the baby is gone, the baby is gone

Got it!"

Shangguan Chen rubbed Han Zhiyan's head, put his ear against Han Zhiyan's lips, hugged her tightly, and coaxed softly.

I could only hear a thin stream of words coming out of Han Zhiyan's mouth, stumbling and mumbling, "Baby... gone!"

Shangguan Chen's expression suddenly froze, his originally tender eyes revealed a hint of sadness, and his strength in holding her relaxed slightly.

Han Zhiyan was always forced out of her depression.

I originally thought that she had slowly started to get better, but now she has relapsed!

Han Zhiyan leaned in Shangguan Chen's arms, and her words that kept spilling out finally turned into a groaning and uncomfortable feeling. Her chest was suppressed and suffocated, and her breathing began to become unsmooth. Her hands unconsciously clutched Shangguan Chen, scratching randomly, and she seemed very nervous.

Looking uncomfortable.

Shangguan Chen suddenly came back to his senses after being scratched by her. Seeing Han Zhiyan in such pain in his arms, he quickly reached out and stroked her pale face, frowned, and coaxed with a worried look on his face: "Yanyan, be good, stop crying!"

"

Shangguan Chen felt a bitterness in his heart, and gently touched her face, his elegant eyes lingering with a layer of annoyance.

Feeling Han Zhiyan's strange warmth, Shangguan Chen became extremely frightened. He hugged her and strode towards Shangguan's house.





Han Zhiyan was lying down. This dream was very long and torturous. Everything in the dream was dark. Wails were everywhere, the screams were harsh, and the desolation was deep. At the end of the dream, she saw the god-like Shangguan Chen, who glared at her and was bloodthirsty.

Coercion, blood spattering and whipping.

She suddenly felt unbearable pain all over her body, not wanting to endure the hellish torture, and suddenly burst into tears.

Even in her sleep, she was still crying out in pain, choking intermittently, and couldn't stop.

In the evening, Han Zhiyan's bedside was surrounded by several doctors. Shangguan Chen sat beside the bed and held her little hand tightly.

Listening to her cry, my heart became more and more painful. He stroked her hair softly with his eyes and asked impatiently, "How is it?"

"We don't know the specific situation yet. According to her current condition, she must have been greatly frightened, which caused excessive psychological depression, leading to mental confusion and weak will. Such psychological depression is more difficult."

Shangguan Chen frowned, his eyes dark and deep, "Is that life-threatening?"

"It's hard to say. If a patient suppresses himself for a long time, it may lead to schizophrenia!"

Shangguan Chen's face instantly became extremely deep, he pursed his lips, stared at the doctors, and said coldly, "Aren't you doctors? Isn't this something that can't be cured?"

The doctor was immediately shocked by Shangguan Chen's sudden cold rebuke. He trembled with fright and said in a low voice: "Mr. Chen, don't worry, we will work out a treatment plan suitable for the patient, but this requires the patient's cooperation. Otherwise, we will

I can only do nothing."


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