Pushing open the door to Yang Jinchu's hospital room, Chu Wuyang immediately noticed the packed suitcase beside the bed and paused in surprise.

He then looked up in surprise and asked,

"Ah Jin, are you being discharged from the hospital?"

She gently placed the takeout bag with the words "Chen's Congee Shop" printed on it on the table; the plastic bag still carried a trace of morning warmth.

Yang Jinchu glanced at the bag of porridge, then quickly looked away and said in a calm voice,

"Yeah. The ward next door was too noisy, I didn't get much sleep all night."

Chu Wuyang's eyes narrowed slightly, and his tone unconsciously became erratic.

"Yeah?"

Yang Jinchu didn't mention the argument with Li Yan last night, and Chu Wuyang naturally pretended not to know anything about it.

"But your injury hasn't healed yet. Wouldn't it be a bad idea to leave the hospital so abruptly?"

Yang Jinchu smiled.

"It's nothing, just superficial injuries."

"The doctor will check me again in a bit, and after the report is written, I can go home and rest."

He paused, looked at her, and said,

"Yangyang, you'll stay with me, right?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he added, as if afraid she would refuse,

"You promised before that you would take care of me if I got injured or disabled."

Chu Wuyang nodded.

"good."

After she finished speaking, she looked up at him again and saw that Yang Jinchu's face was pale and there were obvious dark circles under his eyes. He hadn't slept well all night.

She immediately felt apologetic.

She couldn't help but think of Jingmin from last night... She had clearly said no, but he seemed to have developed a taste for it.

They had no intention of stopping.

She looked away and pointed to the porridge bag on the table.

"You haven't had breakfast yet, have you? This porridge is still warm, eat some while it's hot."

"You don't spend much time in Haicheng, so you probably don't have many opportunities to taste this authentic local flavor."

"Try it, is it the same as before?"

Yang Jinchu smiled slightly upon hearing this and sat down opposite her, seemingly quite interested.

As Chu Wuyang helped him unpack the bag, she smiled and said, "You have to believe me, this is a long-established brand."

“I used to drink it almost every morning for a while. Jingmin even said that it’s now sold in limited quantities and many people can’t get their hands on it.”

Yang Jinchu had just picked up the spoon when he heard this, and his hand froze in mid-air, his movements suddenly stopping.

Chu Wuyang sensed something was wrong and looked at him with a puzzled expression.

"What's wrong?"

She didn't realize at first what she had said wrong.

Yang Jin lowered his eyes.

"It's nothing, I just feel the porridge is a bit cold."

"I'm still in the recovery period, and the doctor told me not to eat raw or cold food."

She quickly reached out to test the temperature.

"That's true, it is a bit too cold. Just to be safe, it's best not to eat it."

Yang Jinchu put down the spoon, his voice gentle.

"Yangyang, I'm so sorry, I didn't appreciate your kindness. This porridge was a limited quantity, you must have gone to queue up early this morning to buy it, right? Wasn't that hard work?"

Chu Wuyang didn't think much of it and casually remarked while helping the caregiver tidy up the porridge containers.

"It's not hard work, someone delivered it to us."

As soon as the words left her mouth, she felt a jolt of unease, realizing that something was amiss.

Yang Jinchu did not ask any further questions.

But the air in the room seemed to suddenly become a little quieter.

She quickly changed the subject.

"Let's see what food they have at the hospital. If it's not to my liking, I'll go downstairs and buy some more."

Yang Jinchu simply nodded slightly.

"good."

As they were talking, the caregiver went out to arrange the meals, and the nurses and doctors came in to begin their routine check-ups.

During this time, the nurse thoughtfully poured Chu Wuyang a cup of hot tea.

Chu Wuyang was slightly taken aback by the aroma of the tea—she felt she had tasted this fragrance somewhere before.

But I can't remember it right now.

The jasmine flavor was refreshing and elegant, and she quickly drank several cups.

Yang Jinchu noticed this and gently reminded her.

"Drink less tea in the morning, or you might experience bloating and nausea."

What a jinx!

Not long after he finished speaking, Chu Wuyang felt a wave of nausea and churning in his stomach, and his brows furrowed.

She rubbed her abdomen, feeling her body begin to feel weak and powerless, and cold sweat broke out on her forehead.

Yang Jinchu immediately noticed that her face was pale and her lips were white, and almost blurted out that he should call the doctor.

"Doctor—quick! Something's wrong with her!"

Chu Wuyang clutched her lower abdomen, arching her back, cold sweat soaking her temples, her face turning pale in waves.

The on-duty doctor hasn't arrived yet.

The experienced nurse standing nearby immediately knelt down to check on her condition, her tone quick and professional.

Is your stomach aching or feeling heavy and bloated? Could you describe the location of the pain more specifically?

"Is there any bloating or hardening in the lower abdomen? Is there any bleeding? Is there any persistent cramping in the lower abdomen?"

Have you had any unusual discharge in the past few days? Or have you experienced lower abdominal bloating and pain accompanied by nausea and vomiting?

Chu Wuyang nodded through gritted teeth, her voice trembling.

"I... have cramping in my lower abdomen, and I feel a bit nauseous..."

The nurse's eyes narrowed instantly, and she immediately stood up.

"Go to the OB-GYN immediately for an ultrasound and HCG test to rule out ectopic pregnancy or early threatened miscarriage. Don't delay!"

Chu Wuyang bit her lip, her vision blurring.

But she still managed to hear what the nurse said, and she asked in a weak voice:

"You just said miscarriage? What miscarriage?"

How could she have miscarried? Her child is long gone.

The nurse assumed she was still in the early stages of pregnancy and unaware of her pregnancy, so she comforted her.

"It's not certain yet whether it's a miscarriage; it could also be that you're experiencing menstrual discomfort. Go get checked out first."

Yang Jinchu's expression changed drastically.

He turned around and went to push the wheelchair.

Another nurse supported Chu Wuyang, comforting her while helping her quickly prepare for the transfer to another department.

"Does it hurt a lot?"

"Don't worry, it'll be over soon. Go get your checkup done first."

As Yang Jinchu pushed her out, his hands trembled so much that he could barely hold onto the wheelchair handles.

At that very moment,

Chu Wuyang's phone screen lit up on the table in Jingmin's hospital room—

A text message from "Mr. Jin" appeared quietly at the top of the screen.