Chapter 796 Postpartum Depression?
Ye Rou bit a piece of cloth in her mouth to block out the moans and sobs. Her head was tilted to one side, her little face was pale and wrinkled, and her black hair was wet with sweat.
Jiang Chen raised his head, his eyes red: "Just bear with it a little longer, it will be fine soon."
Ye Rou's breasts suddenly became swollen, and her chest became as hard as two stones. It was more painful than giving birth. This was not the first time her breasts had become swollen.
The nurse from the postpartum rehabilitation department came to help Ye Rou stimulate her lactation. At the beginning, Ye Rou almost jumped off the bed due to the pain.
I finally got through the lactation period, but my milk started to swell again.
The first time, it was the nurse who helped her with breast milk drainage, and after that, it was Jiang Chen who came.
Ye Rou was an obstetrician and gynecologist in her previous life. She knew that some pregnant women would experience breast engorgement after giving birth, but she didn't know it was so painful, ten times more painful than giving birth.
The worst thing was that the wound on her chest, abdomen and cervix hurt all at once, and Ye Rou wished she could die immediately.
After nearly an hour of massage, Ye Rou was sweating all over from the pain, and her clothes were soaked.
The beautiful lady, as pretty as a flower, was taken care of by Jiang Chen during her pregnancy, and her skin became rosy and smooth.
Giving birth to a child was like going to the gates of hell. She lost weight rapidly, and the flesh on her cheeks that she had worked so hard to build up was gone. The areas under her eyes became dark and her face was pale. She looked shriveled, as if her energy had been drained out.
Jiang Chen felt so distressed watching this that he wished he could take his place.
The more uncomfortable Ye Rou felt, the worse his mood became.
His brows were twisted into a knot that couldn't be untied, and he had a sullen look on his face whenever he went in and out, as if he was about to pick up a knife and chop someone, which scared many patients.
He Xiangmeng received a complaint from a patient and had to bite the bullet and comfort the young couple.
Ye Rou was actually fine. Although she was in excruciating pain, she had a good memory and would be fine after enduring the pain. She could eat and drink as usual.
All the nurses in the hospital like Ye Rou very much.
Ye Rou has a good temper and is pretty, especially refreshing to the eyes.
The most important thing is that Ye Rou especially understands the hard work of these medical staff.
If a young nurse had not asked Director He privately and found out that she was a Chinese medicine practitioner, she would have thought she was a colleague!
But Ye Rou’s man is different.
As soon as he arrived, the young nurses in the ward felt as if they were being stared at by a black-faced devil. They dared not move, laugh, or even breathe deeply. They finished the examination tremblingly and ran away.
As Ye Rou's milk began to swell, Jiang Chen's already terrifying image became even more ingrained in her body and mind, even somewhat affecting the normal work of the hospital.
He Xiangmeng knocked on the door, heard someone say "Come in", and pushed the door open.
Ye Rou was half leaning on the bed, her eyebrows and eyes were gorgeous, lively and charming, and her beauty was penetrating to the bone. Her eyes were soft and elegant, with a watery color. The two completely opposite temperaments of gentleness and charm were wonderfully combined in her.
This was not the first time He Xiangmeng had seen Ye Rou, but he was still amazed.
After looking for a while, a cold gaze came as expected.
Without looking back, I could guess who it was.
He Xiangmeng sighed, remembered his intention, exchanged a few pleasantries with Ye Rou, and then turned the topic to Jiang Chen.
The man sat gloomily on the stool, peeling an apple. His straight nose cast a shadow on his face, his narrow eyes were narrowed, and he showed no expression, but still looked extremely gloomy.
He Xiangmeng originally disliked her eldest son's dull personality and that he was like a rigid robot.
But now that idea is gone.
Happiness is indeed achieved through comparison. Compared with Meng Guan and Jiang Chen, the sense of being alive is simply off the charts.
He Xiangmeng asked a few psychological questions.
"After giving birth, have you ever felt depressed and lost interest in anything?"
Ye Rou looked at Jiang Chen silently.
He Xiangmeng continued, "Have you ever been restless because you were worried about the baby's health?"
Ye Rou obediently raised her hand and asked, "Does worrying about the mother count?"
He Xiangmeng nodded.
Ye Rou looked at Jiang Chen again.
He Xiangmeng then asked, "Do you have mood swings easily? Do you lose your temper over trivial matters, and thus affect the people around you?"
After asking this question, Ye Rou and He Xiangmeng looked at Jiang Chen at the same time.
Jiang Chen felt the gazes of the two and raised his eyes coldly.
He Xiangmeng avoided Jiang Chen's gaze and asked, "Have you experienced any sleep disturbances, loss of appetite, or any physical discomfort, such as unexplained chest tightness or headaches?"
Ye Rou shook her head.
He Xiangmeng smiled and said, "Congratulations, Ye Rou, you didn't suffer from postpartum depression."
After saying that, he looked at Jiang Chen again and said with a sad face: "Jiang Chen, you need the help of a psychologist."
Ye Rou: "..." She was the one who gave birth to the child, but it was Jiang Chen who became depressed.
Although Jiang Chen did not admit it, the news still spread.
Everyone knows.
Even when Tang Panxia from Country M called, he asked specifically.
Wang Honghong had just come out of the police station when he heard about this. He laughed so hard that tears came out of his eyes and his stomach hurt.
He managed to hold back his laughter with great difficulty and went to talk to Brother Jiang about the black-faced burly man. However, he couldn't help laughing when he saw him. Although he didn't laugh out loud, the upturned corners of his mouth betrayed him.
Jiang Chen glanced at him with a sullen face.
Wang Honghong pursed her lips tightly and took several deep breaths before suppressing her smile. She said seriously, "The man has confessed."
Jiang Chen's eyes were dark as he stood up. The nearly 1.9-meter-tall figure blocked out the light. "Who is it?"
Wang Honghong couldn't laugh anymore. She swallowed and said, "Song Xiaoqin."
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