Chapter 51 Signs of Miscarriage
Wherever his eyes looked, his hands smashed!
He swept the clothes off the shelf with a stick, and the dressing mirror shattered into a spiderweb with a "crack".
The plastic partition of the cash register was overturned, and change was scattered all over the floor.
Qin Guifang screamed in fright and rushed forward to stop him.
"Are you crazy? If you want to cause trouble, go outside! Don't make a scene here! This is someone else's shop; if you damage it, you'll go to jail!"
Zhou Hailiang gave a sudden shove.
"Get out of my way! Don't block my path!"
Qin Guifang slipped and fell backward.
She curled up, clutching her lower abdomen tightly with both hands.
"Ouch...it hurts...it hurts so much...the hospital..."
Her face was pale, her forehead was covered in sweat, and her breathing was rapid and weak.
But Zhou Hailiang was having a good time smashing things, and all he could hear was the sound of glass and wood breaking.
He swung the iron bar and smashed it at the last row of mannequins.
They watched them fall, a twisted glee on their faces.
He didn't stop until everything in the store was smashed, panting heavily.
He was still muttering curses under his breath.
"Dare to oppose me? This is what you'll get!"
After cursing, he casually threw the iron rod on the ground and swaggered away.
He didn't even glance at Qin Guifang lying on the ground.
Qin Guifang was unable to move and didn't even have the strength to call for help.
She could only desperately protect her stomach.
Tears streamed down her face, and she closed her eyes in pain.
Those ten-odd minutes felt like an eternity.
Zhou Shufen was teaching when she suddenly felt a tightness in her chest.
She had a feeling that something bad was going to happen.
After class, she grabbed her bag and ran out.
I've never felt this unease before.
For some reason, her first thought was to go to the store.
The moment she pushed open the shop door, she froze.
Tables and chairs were overturned, shelves were tilted, and goods were scattered all over the floor.
Qin Guifang lay on the ground, her hands still protecting her stomach, motionless.
"Guifang! What's wrong? What's wrong?!"
She crouched down and gently shook her.
But Qin Guifang didn't react at all.
She reached out and checked his breath; there was still a faint breath.
Her heart was pounding, and only one thought remained in her mind.
He must be taken to the hospital immediately!
Zhou Shufen dared not wait any longer and rushed out to ask the shop owner next door for help.
The two of them lifted Qin Guifang into the car together.
She sat in the back seat.
He held Qin Guifang's head with one hand and her wrist with the other.
He kept calling her name.
Her heart was in her throat the whole way.
Upon arrival at the hospital, the doctor immediately took over and wheeled the patient for examination.
She was stopped outside the examination room.
Zhou Shufen paced back and forth in the corridor, her palms sweaty.
She tried to recall the content of her last phone call at the store, wondering if there were any unusual signs.
Have any strangers appeared?
Are there any unusual orders?
She couldn't recall any clues.
The more she thought about it, the more frightened she became, and her emotions gradually spiraled out of control.
Who did it?
How could someone be so cruel to a pregnant woman?
She leaned against the wall, her legs weak, but she dared not sit down.
She stared at the closed door, wishing she could rush in and see what was going on inside.
She remembered how Qin Guifang looked when she first entered the door.
Shy, hardworking, and never complains.
She is now lying inside, her fate unknown.
Anger and fear intertwined, making her almost unable to stand.
"Miss."
The doctor called out.
She quickly stood up straight, her face filled with tension.
How is my daughter-in-law?
Her voice was hoarse and trembling.
"The situation has stabilized, but there are some signs of threatened miscarriage."
The doctor spoke gently.
But every word felt like a hammer blow to her heart.
Zhou Shufen nodded without saying a word, her eyes already red.
Zhou Haiqing also rushed over after receiving the news.
As soon as he saw Zhou Shufen, he asked her.
"What about Guifang? How is she?"
His hair was disheveled, and his clothes weren't even properly put on.
They clearly came directly from the construction site.
"Don't worry, the doctor said she's stable now. It's just a mild miscarriage. She'll be transferred to another ward soon. Let's go wait for her there."
Zhou Shufen patted his shoulder, trying to keep her voice calm.
She knew she couldn't panic at this moment; she had to keep her son calm.
After a while, the two entered the ward.
Who would come looking for her so late?
Zhou Shufen stood in the living room.
Just as I was about to turn off the lights and rest, I suddenly heard a knock on the door.
Her heart tightened, and her brows furrowed involuntarily.
At this time, no one should be coming to disturb us.
Most of the neighbors have regular schedules and rarely move around after 9 p.m., let alone now that it's almost 11 p.m.
Moreover, the knocking on the door seemed to grow more and more frequent.
Zhou Shufen was puzzled, and at the same time, she wondered who might be coming.
relative?
Impossible. If a relative needed something, they would have called long ago.
friend?
That doesn't make sense either; who would suddenly come knocking on your door so late?
The more she thought about it, the more uneasy she felt, and she began to have doubts.
She walked to the door and, as was her habit, peeked out through the peephole.
Under the dim yellow light of the stairwell outside the door, stood a familiar figure.
Zhou Shufen was startled and quickly turned the lock and opened the door.
Surprisingly, Yao Mingzhu was standing outside the door.
She was wearing a light gray trench coat, and her hair was messily plastered to both sides of her face.
Those once bright and spirited eyes were now empty and lifeless.
She stood at the doorway, her shoulders trembling slightly, her hands gripping the hem of her trench coat tightly.
Upon seeing Zhou Shufen, her tears streamed down her face.
Her shoulders trembled as she cried, and suppressed sobs escaped her throat.
"Oh dear, what happened? Don't cry, don't cry, come inside first!"
Zhou Shufen was stunned for a moment, her heart pounded, and she frantically reached out to pull her into the house.
The room was lit by warm yellow wall lamps.
The two sat down on the sofa, and Yao Mingzhu still couldn't stop sobbing.
She had been holding it in the whole way; it took her more than twenty minutes to walk from her home to Zhou Shufen's place.
She didn't dare stop for a moment, nor did she dare look up at the passersby.
She suppressed all her emotions deep inside.
Zhou Shufen didn't rush to ask, but simply handed out tissues one after another, sitting quietly beside her.
Soon, the coffee table was piled high with crumpled papers.
Some of the tissues still had tear stains and lipstick marks on them.
Yao Mingzhu's mind was filled with the argument she had after returning home.
"Have you forgotten that you're a woman?"
Do you still care about this family?
"Is your work more important than me?"
The more I think about it, the more heartbroken and aggrieved I feel.
"What did I do wrong? Why is he insulting me like that?"
She spoke haltingly, her words incoherent.
She spoke in fragments, jumping from one point to another.
Zhou Shufen only half understood what she heard and could only piece together the outline of the matter from the fragments of information.
"When we got together, I made it clear that I wouldn't just live a life of pots and pans!"
Yao Mingzhu suddenly raised her head and raised her voice by an octave.
She has her own ideals and career aspirations.
She wanted to live independently and with dignity.
She thought he understood her, and even appreciated her.
But what about now?
He said she "neglected her family" and that she "didn't act like a wife."
"I feel annoyed whenever I see him now."
She murmured softly, her voice full of exhaustion.
Silence at the dinner table, back-to-back in the bedroom, the noisy television in the living room during a cold war...
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