Duan Zichen's speed became slower and slower, as if a huge stone was thrown into his heart.
Her heart was shattered, her fingers were deeply pressed into the bed sheets, and she looked at his back with a hoarse voice.
Question: "Duan Zichen, you did this on purpose, didn't you? You deliberately drove so slowly that we couldn't keep our child. Then you asked the doctor to deliberately remove my uterus, right?"
Duan Zichen was very stiff, but didn't say anything.
Pei Xiaoxiao grabbed a pillow and threw it at him.
"Duan Zichen, you're horrible! How could you be so cruel? You did it on purpose! You did it on purpose!"
Duan Zichen remained silent, causing her to go crazy and beat him.
But at the end, when she was too tired to move, he said in a hoarse voice: "I did not deliberately let the doctor remove your uterus. Many doctors and nurses in the operating room can testify to this."
Pei Xiaoxiao finally became like mud, and said weakly, "You're talking nonsense! Go to hell! Duan Zichen..."
For the first time, she felt disappointed with this cold-blooded man.
Completely desperate!
Duan Zichen just sighed numbly and walked out of the ward.
Once I left the ward, I could no longer smell the pungent smell of disinfectant or hear her voice.
He suddenly felt relieved.
In the corridor of the inpatient department, a brilliant figure caught his eye.
He stopped and was unconsciously attracted by the figure.
Today is the weekend, so Liu Zhiyuan accompanied the uncle to the hospital.
Song Ling came for an important operation, but she still came to the inpatient department as a volunteer as usual.
At this moment, she was accompanying her last child named Yaya to visit a great expectant mother in the obstetrics and gynecology ward.
Yaya is currently undergoing her fifth course of chemotherapy, and her black hair has disappeared.
She is a little girl who loves beauty.
She once cried sadly because her hair was getting thinner every day.
In order to comfort her, Liu Zhiyuan bought many beautiful wigs on Taobao.
At first, the little girl was not used to wearing a wig, so she wore a wig with the little girl.
Today, they came to see an expectant mother named Fangfang.
Fangfang is a great mother.
It was discovered that her pregnancy was short-lived and she had a malignant tumor.
The doctor suggested that she take the baby out of her belly and actively cooperate with chemotherapy and radiotherapy.
However, she was too kind to take away the baby who had already learned to kick her in her belly.
She said that every upcoming little life deserves respect, and she cannot deprive her child of the right to come into this world just because she has cancer.
So, she chose to keep the baby in her belly.
Because of this choice, Fangfang cannot receive chemotherapy.
Only conservative treatment is available, as tumor cells in the body spread rapidly.
However, she is strong and optimistic.
Be positive every day.
No amount of physical pain could erase her firm belief in the birth of her child.
Every day Fangfang talks to the baby in her belly, telling herself to be strong, to be strong for the baby.
She met Yaya while walking in the garden downstairs.
Before she fell ill, Fangfang was a university oil painting teacher and had two studios of her own.
This made Yaya and other children admire her very much, and they had a very good relationship with her.
Today, Liu Zhiyuan accompanied Yaya to visit Fangfang at the door of the ward.
Yaya pointed at her purple wig innocently and asked innocently,
"Sister Xiaoyuan, my kindergarten teacher once told me that purple is my lucky color. Will Aunt Fangfang feel better when I wear a purple wig?"
Liu Zhiyuan also accompanied her wearing a purple wig.
Although it was extremely exaggerated, she didn't mind at all.
As long as she can make Yaya happy, it doesn't matter what she does.
Her little face was filled with a bright smile, and she nodded seriously.
"That's for sure. You're wearing a purple wig. Sister Xiaoyuan is also wearing a purple wig. The two of us have double the luck, and Aunt Fangfang's illness will be cured soon."
Yaya nodded with a smile.
"Yes. I hope Aunt Fangfang's illness can be cured soon, and then I can go to her studio to learn painting. I can also help her take care of the baby in her belly..."
Liu Zhiyuan touched her pale little face. Although she was tortured by the disease, her little face was still very cute.
"Yaya, good girl, can you take Sister Xiaoyuan with you? Sister Xiaoyuan also wants to learn painting."
Yaya giggled,
"Sister Xiaoyuan should listen to Dr. Song. If that happens, Yaya will take you there..."
Liu Zhiyuan was sweating profusely. All the children had been brainwashed by the nurses in the hospital.
Several nurses who knew her well knew that she loved to make trouble and act like a spoiled child.
Dr. Song could do nothing for her.
That's why this little guy also said that.
She looked aggrieved.
"How could Sister Xiaoyuan not be obedient?"
Yaya raised her face like a little adult.
"You agree, or I won't take you."
Liu Zhiyuan could only cooperate unconditionally, "Okay, I promise. I promise to listen to Dr. Song."
Yaya took her little hand and went to the ward together.
Such a heartwarming scene just caught Duan Zichen's eyes, while Liu Zhiyuan was walking and chatting with Yaya.
She happened to pass by Duan Zichen, but her attention was all on Xiao Yaya beside her, and she didn't even notice his presence.
Her usual bright smile and eyes that seemed to have been washed by spring water suddenly relaxed the depressed mood he had felt in the ward, just like a cloudy day suddenly clearing up.
Even after being apart for so long, her smile could still make him happy and make him forget all the unhappiness.
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