Ningxia lay in her hospital bed, feeling utterly pathetic.
Tears streamed down her face. The person in the next bed saw this and advised her not to cry after the miscarriage, warning her that she might go blind from crying. They also asked where her husband was and why he wasn't there to be with her.
Ningxia secretly resented the man for being so talkative, but her eyes couldn't help but peek towards the door of the ward.
Logically speaking, Zhang Zhonghua's coworkers have been gone for so long, and she has been crying for so long. Even if Zhang Zhonghua went to see his coworkers off, he should have come back by now.
She muttered to herself, tears streaming down her face.
However, even after she had cried until her voice was almost hoarse, Zhang Zhonghua still hadn't appeared.
After her miscarriage, she was already experiencing severe abdominal pain and had no appetite.
So, it wasn't until nightfall, when it was completely dark, that Ningxia realized Zhang Zhonghua was truly not showing up and wasn't going to bother with her anymore.
Upon reaching this conclusion, Ningxia, who had been sobbing, immediately fell silent, her swollen eyes filled with disbelief and fear.
What if Zhang Zhonghua really doesn't want her anymore?
The patient next to her breathed a sigh of relief when she heard that Ningxia had finally stopped crying. She had tried to persuade her earlier in the day, but the woman wouldn't listen to her advice.
When they learned that she had miscarried, everyone felt sorry for her, especially since her husband was not there to take care of her.
Anyone who has listened to the sobbing for hours, even after leaving the house, will still have a buzzing sound in their ears.
Because of Ningxia's condition, they couldn't say anything and could only hold back their tears. They originally thought they would cry all night.
Thank God, the other party has finally stopped making that ear-piercing noise!
Zhang Zhonghua sat blankly on the long wooden bench in the hospital, not knowing how long he had been sitting there.
He was still clutching the two yuan his coworker had stuffed into his hand, his fingers clenched slightly, as if he had made up his mind to stand up.
He walked out of the hospital without looking back, walking faster and faster until he started running.
Zhang Zhonghua's mind was buzzing. He ran home in one breath, pushed open the door, and slammed it shut.
Then, leaning against the door, she slipped and fell to the ground, and began to sob.
Zhang's mother was startled by the loud slamming of the gate in the yard, which also woke up the three children.
She called Da Bao to take care of her younger brother and sister-in-law, and when she ran out to look, she found that it wasn't her daughter-in-law, but her son who should have been at work.
But why is he crying like this?
Thinking of Ningxia's mischievous nature, a feeling welled up inside me.
He rushed forward to pull his son aside and asked, "Where's Xiazi? Didn't she say she was coming to find you? Zhonghua, why are you crying? Did that woman ruin your job at the warehouse?"
Conceiving this possibility, Zhang's mother immediately became anxious.
The old man now does odd jobs, and his son's salary is not as good as before. If he loses this job, how will he support the family, with its elderly and young members?
He immediately felt a pang of regret; he shouldn't have let Ningxia rush out to look for her son so rashly.
Seeing his mother's anxious expression, Zhang Zhonghua finally stopped crying, wiped away his tears with his palm, and said, "Xiazi... fell and miscarried!"
Upon hearing this, Zhang's mother paused, a chill running down her spine, and blurted out, "Did you push him?"
Even with Zhang Zhonghua's deepest sorrow, his face was slapped by his mother's question.
"Mom, what nonsense are you talking about? She fell by accident!"
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