"Mu, the baby is gone." Zhao Qingqing sobbed louder.
The little buns she was looking forward to were gone. They were gone before they even came out.
Mu Mu clutched the quilt tightly with both hands, her throat seemed to be choked by something, her eyes flashed slightly, "The baby... is gone? What do you mean?"
Of course she knew what it meant to have a dead baby.
Seeing Zhao Qingqing crying like this, she also guessed that they were inseparable.
But she found it too difficult to face.
My heart felt like it had been drilled by an electric drill, cut by a knife, or shot through by an arrow. It almost stopped beating.
Zhao Qingqing said: "The doctor said he is dead."
"Impossible. I have only been in the military hospital for examination for a long time. At that time, everything was fine. Even if my child may be born unhealthy and unhealthy, at least he is still fine in my belly."
Mu Mu still grasped the quilt with both hands and refused to let go. He refused to touch his belly and refused to accept the reality.
He shook his head vigorously.
The sparkling eyes seemed to be tears, but also seemed to be a belief.
Her child, they had been heart-to-heart for more than two months, and it was impossible for him to leave without saying hello.
It doesn't hurt or itch, he just disappears after taking a nap, how is that possible?
Zhao Qingqing was afraid that his crying would affect Mu Mu's mood even more. He wiped his tears, pretended to cheer up, and comforted: "Mu Mu, don't be too sad. You were hesitant in the first place. Maybe he should die."
so."
She didn't know how many times she had comforted her, but never once did she feel so distressed as now.
"When you were in a coma, the doctor suggested that I let you do the operation. I'll wait for you to wake up and let you sign the name yourself. Mu, we will have many opportunities in the future."
Hearing this, Mu Mu suddenly lifted the quilt and said excitedly: "But Sangge said that there is no chance that he will be healthy. Even if he is unhealthy, she is still my child, and I do not want him."
She jumped off the bed, her eyes rolling uneasily, full of guilt, and she touched her belly with her hand, "I shouldn't have thought about not wanting you before."
Even if he is born a fool with missing arms and legs, the blood will be hers and Yifan Lu's.
God must have thought that she didn't value this child, so he took it away.
For the first time, she lost her mind and believed in superstition.
Some things and some people are dispensable when they don't come. Once they come and lose, you realize how much you care.
Mu Mu sat on the bed in a daze, dumbfounded.
No tears were shed.
The nurse entered the ward to inform her of the operation and asked her to sign.
She held the pen and wrote the word "禾" next to the word "Mu" one stroke at a time.
Suddenly she put down her pen and took out her mobile phone from the bedside table, "Wait a minute."
She dialed Yifan Lu's phone, and it rang again and again, but no one answered.
When preparing to replay, Lu Yifan called.
Before she could speak, Lu Yifan said anxiously: "Mu Mu, Min Yan's father suddenly suffered from high blood pressure, and Min Yan went on a mission..."
"I understand." Mu Mu hung up the phone.
Picked up the pen and signed his name.
Lu Yifan thought Mu Mu was angry and quickly called him back.
Listening to the familiar ringtone, Mu Mu did not answer the call, hung up, and then sent Lu Yifan a WeChat message: "Very good, don't read it, and pay attention to safety."
Then he turned off his phone.
She wasn't angry or jealous.
Yifan Lu could say that he was in an important meeting for various reasons, but he chose to be honest.