But if she doesn't take it out and find a surrogate mother, what should she do?

After ten months of pregnancy, she only has more than ten days left!

Those extravagant hopes are really...don't even think about it.

Just as he was feeling melancholy, Han Qingrang suddenly opened his eyes and woke up!

When he sat up, he scared Zhiyun, who was sighing with melancholy.

"Weave weave..."

He shouted urgently.

"I'm here." Zhiyun was frightened and immediately responded, fearing that he would be anxious.

He wanted to get up and comfort him, but when he saw her sitting beside the bed, he got out of bed anxiously, hugged her immediately, and apologized to her again and again: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Zhizhi, I'm sorry..."

The repeated cries of "I'm sorry" made Zhiyun's heart shake violently.

He half-knelt down and hugged her tightly, as if he wanted to use all his strength to rub her into his bones and blood.

"Sorry for what?" she asked calmly.

"Zhizhi, you know everything, right? You know everything..." His voice was filled with anxiety.

Zhiyun admitted, "Yes, I know everything."

"Zhizhi, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." He hugged her tightly and apologized to her over and over again, "Don't leave me, don't leave me, Zhizhi..."

Zhiyun's heart was in a knot, as if she was placed on the gallows and suffering the most cruel punishment.

"Okay," Zhiyun also reached out and hugged him back, "No need to say sorry, I forgive you."

He was startled and relaxed.

His arms slowly released her.

He was squatting and she was sitting, so he could only look up at her.

There was a mist in his eyes, but it wasn't particularly obvious. He was nervous and scared, really nervous.

Zhiyun thought that perhaps only she could control and influence all his emotions in this way.

Slowly, as he approached her belly, he carefully stretched out his hand, wanting to touch her belly——

"I aborted the child!"

When his hand was about to get closer, Zhiyun suddenly said this with a cold expression.

She admitted that she was involved in gambling.

She wanted to see how much he cared about the child.

Han Qingrang's outstretched hand froze. There was no irritability as Zhiyun had imagined, no anger, no, nothing at all. As if relieved, his hand slowly dropped down.

His voice emerged from the dust, "I shouldn't have kept this from you from the beginning. This time, I was wrong."

He said he was wrong.

God knows how depressed Zhiyun felt when he said this. A huge sadness enveloped the place.

He clearly didn't cry, but the magnetic field around him was more heartbreaking and sad than crying.

Han Qingrang, you are such a proud person. You were born noble and daunting. How could you be so humble and fall for me?

You shouldn't, you shouldn't do this.

Zhiyun felt sorry for him and reached out to hug him, "Han Qingrang, don't tell me you're wrong. You're not wrong. My man should be like me, right and wrong."

Zhiyun made the wrong bet.

She thought that Han Qingrang would be angry and furious when he knew that she had aborted the child, but he didn't. He admitted his mistake to her.

So humble...

"We don't want children anymore. We don't want them anymore," he raised his head and kissed her, kissing her eyebrows, her lips, saying over and over again, "Zhizhi, we don't want them anymore. I'm not greedy anymore."

"Han Qingrang, actually..."

Zhiyun was ready to tell him the truth. The child was still there, and she hadn't even shared the joy of knowing they had the child with him yet. How could she secretly abort the child?

However, just as she was about to speak, her expression changed drastically the next moment, "Han Qingrang, what happened to Han Qingrang!"

Han Qingrang suddenly pressed his head and let out a painful cry, and Zhiyun hugged him.

He was in great pain, his whole body was convulsing violently, he was shaking constantly, and his face was pale.

"What happened to Han Qingrang? Don't scare me, Han Qingrang..."

Han Qingrang was speechless. His head hurt so much, as if it was pierced by dense needles and was about to explode at any moment.

He was afraid that he would hurt her and wanted to push her away, but Zhiyun held him tightly.

Suddenly, his body trembled, leaned forward suddenly, and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Zhiyun was terrified when she saw the blood he spit out. Her eyes were red and filled with tears: "Han Qingrang, Han Qingrang, you can't, you can't scare me, Vill! Vill! Vill! Help, save him, save him..."

Zhiyun's voice was hoarse from shouting.

She could clearly feel that his body was slowly losing all support and collapsing in her arms.

A nurse heard the noise and came quickly, then called Vill.

Seeing this, Vill made a quick decision: "Hurry, help him up and prepare the defibrillator..."

Zhiyun was pulled aside and did not go out. Vill was worried that Zhiyun was pregnant and could not bear the stimulation, so he asked a nurse to accompany her and watch her.

Zhiyun didn't dare to look at the person on the bed. The sound of the defibrillator was particularly harsh to her.

His eyes were fixed on the pool of blood on the ground, which he had just vomited out. Zhiyun looked very dazed.

How could he not care when he heard her say she had aborted the baby? He was just pretending not to care for her!

Zhiyun's legs felt a little weak and she couldn't stand steadily for a while. Fortunately, the nurse next to her supported her and she was able to stand steadily.

Time seemed to have passed for a century as I stayed by his bedside, quietly and patiently waiting for him to wake up.

Vill was also standing by the bed, wearing a white doctor's coat. "Yun, you are pregnant. You were emotionally unstable just now. You should lie down and rest for a while."

"Vill, you said he was fine. Were you lying to me?" Zhiyun slowly raised her head and asked in a hoarse voice.

"Yun, you are just too worried. He is fine. It's just a short-term shock caused by a headache. He vomited blood because his strong willpower broke through the constraints of the potion..." Vill comforted her.

"But why hasn't he woken up yet..."

As long as Han Qingrang didn't wake up, Zhiyun's heart was in a mess.

Although Vill said that Han Qingrang was fine and would wake up soon, Zhiyun waited by the bed for a long time but he didn't wake up.

During this period, Zhiyun asked Vill to go out, and she stayed in the ward with Han Qingrang alone.

She held his hand, put it against her cheek, and whispered softly: "Are you angry, so angry that you don't want to wake up and don't want to pay attention to me?"

"The child is still there, our little baby is still there."

"I lied to you. I just wanted to piss you off. I, I..."

Zhiyun's voice became choked and she sobbed, sobbing softly like a helpless little animal.

"Doctor Han, I also want to give birth to our baby, but I don't have time. My life has entered the countdown. I have no choice..."

"This is our first baby. I really want to keep him, but I don't know what to do. I should be the one to say sorry."