"Ling'er, why are you crying again? Didn't I tell you that a woman's miscarriage is equivalent to confinement? You can't cry, it's not good for your eyes." Qi's mother pushed the door in and saw Ye Ling crying.
, hurriedly went up to wipe her tears.
Ye Ling sobbed twice, hugged Qi's mother, and said in a voice as small as a mosquito: "Ye Feifei doesn't admit that she pushed me. Why doesn't she admit it? I don't want her to go to jail. I just want her to apologize, just an apology."
.Why doesn’t she come?”
Qi's mother stroked Ye Ling's back and said distressedly: "Ling'er, don't cry. We will make the decision for you. Ye Feifei killed our Qi family's grandson, and the Qi family will not let her go!"
"
"I..." After Ye Ling said one word, his body began to tremble, and then his breathing became unsmooth.
"Ling'er, Ling'er?" Qi's mother felt something was wrong with Ye Ling in her arms, and her face turned pale with fright.
Ye Ling closed her eyes and leaned back, pretending that she had fainted due to emotion.
Qi's mother panicked, put down Ye Ling and started ringing the bell to ask the doctors and nurses to come over quickly.
Ye Ling's attending doctor was in the office talking to Qi Chang about Ye Ling's condition, so the deputy attending doctor and the nurse came first. They gave Ye Ling more nutritional injections and asked Qi's mother to try not to say anything irritating to Ye Ling.
He walked out with Ye Ling's case in mind.
On Qi Chang's side, the attending doctor pulled up Ye Ling's file, looked solemn, and after a two-minute pause, he said, "Mr. Qi, did Miss Ye have abortions at least three times before?"
Qi Chang shook his head and said firmly: "No, we are the first born."
The doctor adjusted his glasses and said in a calm tone: "Mr. Qi, Miss Ye Ling's condition is not like her first pregnancy. Moreover, the result of our examination is that Miss Ye is in very bad health due to her previous miscarriage.
.To put it bluntly, she may not be able to get pregnant so easily in the future.”
"What did you say?" Qi Chang looked shocked.
"I can understand Mr. Qi's feelings, but...as a doctor, I have to tell the patient's condition truthfully. After this miscarriage, Miss Ye Ling may be infertile. I hope you and Miss Ye are mentally prepared."
The doctor said.
Qi Chang couldn't believe his ears. He held his forehead and breathed slightly, "You mean she has had too many miscarriages before, so she is at risk of infertility?"
The doctor nodded, printed out Ye Ling's diagnosis results, and placed them in front of Qi Chang.
Qi Chang looked at the row of small characters and stood up suddenly.
Ye Ling had at least three miscarriages?
Why doesn't he know?
When had they had sex before without prophylaxis? How come there were three miscarriages recorded?
What exactly was Ye Ling hiding from him?
Qi Chang walked out of the doctor's office and walked towards Ye Ling's ward with a complicated expression.
Opening the door, Qi's mother was greeted. Qi's mother took Qi Chang's hand and said to Qi Chang: "Ling'er was very emotional just now. Let her sleep for a while. Don't irritate her! You are still young. There will be more in the future.
I’ll have another child if I have the chance.”
Is there any chance in the future? Qi Chang looked at his mother and smiled bitterly. He might not have much chance.
In fact, Ye Ling had been pretending to be asleep. When he heard Qi Chang come in, Ye Ling pretended to turn over, and after a slight hiss, he opened his eyes and said, "Brother Qi Chang!"
Ye Ling looked pitiful, and the way he raised his hands made people feel distressed.
Qi Chang was in a complicated mood. When he didn't know whether to step forward, Qi Chang's mother pushed Qi Chang and said, "Why are you still standing there? Ye Ling needs you. Go and accompany her! I'll get the chicken soup."