"Mu Yun, you are too kind. Why did you let Qiao Mosheng follow you in?" Cheng Yaru came over with a cup of coffee, sat on the bench outside the operating room door, and looked at An Muyun with some confusion.
An Muyun smiled faintly, "I believe Qiao Mosheng."
"Get away, I don't believe you, let alone you." Ike pushed An Muyun, "Are you afraid that those people would scold Qiao Mosheng? Let me tell you, he had the image of a scumbag before.
It is deeply rooted in people's hearts. Now that he is being scolded, he deserves it. He asked for it, do you understand?"
Tiantian touched her chin and nodded: "People have to be responsible for the mistakes they made when they were young, right?"
An Muyun's mouth twitched slightly and he stared at the three women, "Why do I see expressions of gloating?"
"Really? Do we take schadenfreude?" Cheng Yaru chuckled and blinked mischievously, "Well, okay, you did see schadenfreude. I'm quite happy."
"And me!" Tiantian raised her hand, "I finally saw the boss being scolded."
"Actually, other people's opinions are not important. The key is you. The boss cares about you. As long as you believe in him, no matter what those people say, it won't hurt him. Miss An Muyun, do you understand?" Ike said.
An Muyun nodded, she naturally understood.
In the operating room, it was clear that Amanda's baby could not be saved, and the doctor asked Qiao Mosheng to sign an abortion consent form.
Amanda was under anesthesia, but she was conscious. She kept saying to Qiao Mosheng: "The child is gone, and I can give birth to you in the future. In this way, we will be each other's only ones. Don't mind the child's problems anymore, you
Make peace with me, okay? Qiao Mosheng, I really love you, I have never loved someone like this!"
"Save your energy and do the surgery first." Qiao Mosheng said with a cold attitude.
Amanda shook her head and shouted at the top of her lungs: "What kind of surgery do I want, what kind of life do I want? I just want you! You are gone, those things are really useless to me! Qiao Mosheng, I love you, I really do
Love you so much!”
Qiao Mosheng rubbed his temples, he really didn't want to hear this woman's confession.
The doctor also discovered a problem. He coughed lightly and looked at Qiao Mosheng, "Well, sir, you go out first. Her mood swings will be too great without you, and it will be difficult for us to perform the operation."
Qiao Mosheng felt like he was being pardoned and nodded to leave.
But Amanda didn't want to let him go, screaming: "Don't... don't leave me! Please, don't leave!"
Qiao Mosheng didn't look back, he didn't want to listen to this woman.
An hour later, Amanda was in the ward. Her face was pale and the anesthetic on her body had not completely worn off.
The doctor stood next to the hospital bed, holding a piece of information, and looked at the woman seriously, "Miss, with your current physical condition, we recommend that you recuperate for at least a week, and we do not recommend that you have children in the next three years."
"The next three years? Why? I'm almost thirty years old. If I don't want children anymore, what will I do in the future?" Amanda looked at the doctor excitedly.
If she wanted to have a good rest, she told Qiao Mosheng that she would give him a child.
Now you can have children after three years, and An Muyun will have everything by then.
No, she must not lose to An Muyun, and she must not lose Qiao Mosheng like this.
"This miscarriage was caused by your emotional excitement, which affected your body. You are not in a body that is prone to pregnancy."