"What do you mean!?" Ximen Longting grabbed the doctor's collar, "I want you to cure her now!"
"The fetus is growing, and the pregnant woman's constitution is already very weak, and her resistance is greatly reduced... At this time, the toxins grow many times faster than usual." The doctor timidly said, "There will soon be a series of complications, so we must do it as soon as possible.
Take steps to prevent it.”
The only measure is——
Abort the child.
"After the miscarriage, isn't her constitution weak!?" Ximen Longting threw the doctor far away and roared.
"It's better than the fetus growing up and competing for nutrients..."
Ximen Longting clenched his fists tightly and looked at Jing Jiaren who was cramping.
His heart ached so much that he wanted to destroy the world.
He has no expectations for this child anymore, all he wants is Jing Jiaren.
But this is a life after all, and he has no right to kill it without authorization.
The rain beat wildly on the glass window.
The rose-red curtains were floating, and Ximen Longting stood in front of the window, smoking one cigarette after another coldly.
Not long after, the servant came in with freshly brewed abortion pills.
This type of traditional Chinese medicine abortion is gentler, suitable for Jing Jiaren’s constitution, and can produce a clean abortion in one go.
Unlike Western medicine, you need to take it over several days...
Ximen Longting's tall figure was a little stiff.
"Master, the medicine has been prepared. Do you want to feed it to her now?"
Ximen Longting stubbed out the cigarette butt with his fingers.
The sparks were rubbing in his hands, and he didn't seem to feel any pain even if they were burned...
The tall figure turned around and looked at Jing Jiaren who was curled up on the bed.
Sweat soaked the sheets and pillows, and her hair looked as if it had just been washed.
She had been in pain for more than 5 hours, with constant earthquakes and pain, and showed no sign of waking up.
Ximen Longting lifted her back, held her in his arms, and kissed her deeply on the forehead.
Beauty, don’t blame me...
He can't lose her!
Taking the soup brought by the servant with one hand, he put his dark eyes to Jing Jiaren's lips and was about to feed her a drink.
Thunder is rolling!
The branches outside the window were beating violently, as if something was beating fiercely on the glass——
The servant was shocked and vaguely saw a white figure standing outside the French window.
"Master, there is... something outside!"
A silver-white wolf was completely wet by the rain, holding a bottle in its mouth and hitting the floor-to-ceiling window with its body.
The rain poured down and the whole world turned white.
He suddenly stood up half straight, grabbed the edge of the floor-to-ceiling window with his wolf claws, and pulled it away hard!
It wasn't locked, it came in.
"It's...a wolf?!" The servant took a few steps back and looked at the wolf shaking off the rainwater on his body, with eyes as lazy as a king's.
Ximen Longting's pupils shrank, and he naturally recognized him as Leng Baofeng. This was their "first confrontation" in the true sense.
brush--
Leng Aofeng's body was agile and he jumped up several meters away before landing on the big bed.
The whole bed trembled violently, and he walked towards Jing Jiaren with cat-like steps.
"Go away!" Ximen Longting's face was gloomy, and all the muscles in his body were rising.
Leng Aofeng didn't even see him in his eyes. He stared straight at Jing Jiaren, walking on the bed with his wolf paws.
The servant had already opened the door and ran out in fright.
The bodyguard guarding the door rushed in immediately and drew his gun on him——
Leng Aofeng put the small bottle in his mouth into Jing Jiaren's hand.