Chapter 33 I haven't finished sewing yet, Madam

A doctor was called in the middle of the night. Ning Yan was half lying on the bed in the sterile room of the manor. The moment he saw the doctor, he was completely stunned and closed his eyes immediately.

He felt a little regretful that he had not listened to Yu Chengbai and called a group of doctors over directly, so that he would not have to look directly at the doctors' resentful eyes.

No one knew how this doctor gained Yu Chengbai's trust. He was the one who treated Yu Chengbai when he just woke up from amnesia. He was the one who treated Yu Chengbai when he said he was scared by Cole and felt unwell in the garden. Now he is still the one who treats Yu Chengbai when his hand is injured.

However, it was this quack doctor who diagnosed her and said she was pregnant.

Haha, a grown man is pregnant.

Ning Yan really didn't want to see him, so she chose to close her eyes so that she wouldn't be bothered.

But the doctor seemed oblivious to Ning Yan's dislike for him, and he sent Yu Chengbai out directly, then sternly said, "Madam, what did I tell you when I examined you earlier?"

"What did you say?" Ning Yan opened his eyes. He really didn't remember.

"You're pregnant! Take care of yourself!"

Ning Yan closed his eyes again. He would shoot this quack doctor sooner or later.

Seeing his speechless expression, the doctor didn't get angry. Instead, he said earnestly, "I know you've given birth before, and I know you understand. But instead of taking good care of the baby, why did you resort to surgery and end up like this? A quarrel between husband and wife shouldn't be worth it, right?"

"No quarrel."

"Then what's wrong with this wound?" The doctor pointed at the wound on his hand where the blood had been cleaned with saline solution, and the more he looked at it, the more helpless he felt.

"I cut it by cutting an apple." Ever since Ning Yan saw clearly that this doctor was a quack, especially after this quack said that she was pregnant, he completely regarded him as a liar. He said unhappily, "If you can cure it, then do it. Stop talking nonsense. I'm in a hurry to sleep."

"You can't have sex! You have a cold body! The baby will fall out!"

“…”

Hearing that the child would fall, Ning Yan felt a little moved, but fortunately he still had his reason and conscience.

Not to mention that the prerequisite for miscarriage is sexual intercourse, the thought of Yu Chengbai working hard and suddenly shouting that the child is gone... well, it would probably scare him to the point of being inhumane for the rest of his life.

It’s too cruel. It’s really too cruel to treat Yu Chengbai.

Ning Yan turned to look at him and asked earnestly, "Is there any other reliable method?"

The doctor was slightly stunned, not understanding what he meant. He asked curiously, "Madam, what did you say?"

"You just said the baby will be lost. Besides having sex, is there any other way? Under what circumstances is the baby more likely to be lost? It would be best if I could tell if I have lost the baby without using hospital equipment."

"Is what Aya said true?" the doctor exclaimed in shock. "Madam, do you really not want this child? This is your first child with Mr. Yu! You have a cold constitution, so it's difficult for you to conceive. Please think twice!"

"...Why don't you take my pulse again? I don't think I'm pregnant." Ning Yan said after a long silence.

But the doctor said there was nothing to worry about. If she was pregnant, she was pregnant. How could it be false? Ning Yan was silent for a long time after hearing this.

He even wanted to persuade this mediocre doctor to go back and study medicine seriously.

The doctor didn't know what he was thinking, so he asked the accompanying anesthesia nurse to give Ning Yan a local anesthetic and prepare to suture his wound.

Ning Yan suddenly asked, "Can we do it without anesthesia?"

"..." The doctor looked up at him speechlessly and asked, "Madam, you and your brother are truly siblings. He said the same thing when he had the bullet removed from his leg last time. He almost threw the doctor who gave him the anesthesia. Are you afraid of anesthesia?"

No, it's the fear of not being able to control your body after anesthesia.

Even if the killer is seriously injured, he can still continue to escape with the surge of adrenaline, but it is different if he is anesthetized. He cannot escape at all.

This is why many killers have bandage surgery.

They don't trust anyone, including doctors and nurses, because doctors can also be enemies in disguise.

"Stitching is very painful. You must use anesthesia." The doctor continued to have the nurse give him anesthesia while sighing and saying to him, "If Mr. Yu knew that I stitched you up directly, wouldn't he be heartbroken?"

Ning Yan recalled the moment on the stairs when Yu Chengbai's bloodshot eyes saw his wound clearly...

You're right, he was heartbroken.

The anesthesia was gradually applied, and my hand soon lost feeling. I could only vaguely feel the needle moving through my skin to suture it.

Ning Yan suddenly thought of something, turned to look at his hands, frowned and said: "Can you sew? If not, let Aya do it. I think she sews better. She can embroider."

The doctor looked at him with an incredulous look and said seriously, "Madam, this is your hand, not a piece of cloth."

"I know, that's why I asked you to sew it up nicely and not leave scars. I hate scars."

"Don't worry, Mr. Yu will definitely buy you the best medicine. It won't leave you with any scars. Madam, you can rest assured about this!"

The doctor was sewing him up when he suddenly froze for a moment. He looked up and saw Ning Yan calmly watching him stitch. He hesitated for a moment and asked, "Why don't you turn your face away?"

Ning Yan was curious: "You can't sew when someone is staring at you?"

The doctor mused, "That's not the case. I just find it weird. I've been stitching up grown men, and I've never seen anyone stare at me like that... It's creepy."

Ning Yan stared at his chestnut hair. The freckles on his face looked cute against his snow-white skin. His facial features were deep and three-dimensional like those of the Northern Continent, but not as tough.

There are all kinds of races in this weird place called Continent M, but most of them retain the habits and language of their own country. However, this doctor is a little special.

Ning Yan suddenly asked, "How old are you?"

The doctor said, "Almost twenty-six."

He is three years younger than Ning Yan. He looks like he is in his early twenties, but speaks like he is in his sixties or seventies.

"You don't look like you grew up here in Continent M."

"Yes, ma'am," the doctor said. "Mr. Yu brought me back to the capital when I was ten. I studied there and later went to the Northern Continent to study medicine. I just returned here a few years ago."

Aya was brought back by Yu Chengbai when she was a child, and this doctor was also brought back to Beijing by Yu Chengbai when he was ten years old. Bai Wei’s situation was probably similar... Why is it like running an orphanage?

How many children has Yu Chengbai raised?

"Madam," the doctor suddenly said, "I know my husband very well. He is a very pure person. He has always wanted to be a lover for life. He takes relationships very seriously."

"I know Miss Beibei is your first child. It's normal for you to consider her future and not want to share her love with another child."

The doctor looked up at Ning Yan and continued, "But is this fair to Mr.? He still doesn't know he has a child, and you don't even plan to tell him. You're just planning to keep it yourself."

Ning Yan felt very complicated, not because of the complicated words of the doctor, but because as a man, he felt complicated when he frequently heard people around him urging him to give birth to the child.

Everyone was urging him to have a baby and asking him if he wanted to, but no one took his situation into consideration—he couldn't have one.

Seeing him slowly frown, the doctor thought he had understood and continued, "Mr. Yu is the best person I have ever met. He loves you very much and also loves your child, whether it is his or not."

Ning Yan agreed with this statement. Yu Chengbai was indeed the best person he had ever met in his life.

At least he had never doubted this before Aya told him that Beibei was not Yu Chengbai's child. This was enough to show that Yu Chengbai was a very competent father.

"Madam, I beg you," the doctor sighed, looking at him with eyes full of pleading, "Please give birth to this child."

“…”

I would like to, but do you think I have this ability?

Ning Yan supported his head with a numb expression and sighed softly. After holding on for a while, he suddenly felt something was wrong and the tip of his nose moved slightly.

He quickly opened his eyes and saw the dried blood on the palm of his left hand.

His right hand was injured, where did the blood come from on his left hand?

After a long pause, Ning Yan turned to look at the doctor with a serious expression: "Where's Yu Chengbai? Where did he go?"

The doctor seemed oblivious to the impatience in his tone as he continued to slowly sew him up stitch by stitch. He lowered his head, as if discussing a trivial matter, and whispered, "I'm in surgery. It looks like he got a knife or a bullet in his back."

"It's okay, my husband is used to it. He said yours is more important, so I'll give it to you first... Eh? Madam? Madam! I haven't finished sewing yet, madam!"

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PS:

Yu Chengbai: The greenhouse flowers are lying to you. In fact, I get assassinated several times every month. There is nothing I can do. After all, I am in a high position and there are always a few people who want me dead (gentle).