Chapter 196 Is this the minor injury you mentioned?
Wen Jiu said softly, "She didn't want me back then, so it's normal that she doesn't acknowledge me now."
Zhou Yanchuan felt a pang of pain in his heart, but he still pretended to be relaxed and said, "If I had known you thought so clearly, I wouldn't have hidden it from you."
"Who told you to be so clever?"
"..."
"Aren't you feeling uncomfortable?"
It would be a lie to say I'm not upset at all, but I feel much better than before the explanation.
For Wen Jiu, neither Wen Chengyu nor Ye Qinglan had as great an emotional impact on her as Zhou Yanchuan.
Seeing that she had been silent for so long, Zhou Yanchuan assumed she was upset and was about to say something when he heard her say:
"Zhou Yanchuan, you need to know one thing: compared to them, you are always the one I care about the most."
Zhou Yanchuan was caught off guard and heard this sentence unexpectedly. His throat moved, he paused for a few seconds, and then he lowered his head and laughed.
"why are you laughing?"
"You haven't said something like that to me in a long time."
Wen Jiu pursed her lips: "Aren't you going up to sleep?"
"You let me into your bed?"
"Take it or leave it."
He smiled and tried to get up from the ground, but forgot that he was injured.
"hiss."
A cold breath rang in Wen Jiu's ear, and her expression changed: "What's wrong with you?"
"It's nothing, my leg just went numb."
"..."
Zhou Yanchuan lifted the covers and got into bed. "Can I touch the baby now?"
"He's too small to touch it."
I meant you.
Wen Jiu's face flushed.
Zhou Yanchuan smiled and pulled her into his arms, inhaling her fragrance, feeling an indescribable sense of satisfaction and peace.
"sorry."
Wen Jiu didn't say anything, but just snuggled closer to him.
Just then, she suddenly sensed that something was wrong.
She was only wearing a thin, sheer tank top, so you could feel anything underneath.
A dampness seeped through Zhou Yanchuan's clothes, quickly soaking into her pajamas, leaving a slightly cool and sticky feeling.
Wen Jiu frowned, her hand instinctively reaching down, and her fingertips just touched the fabric at his waist when she realized something was wrong.
She quickly sat up and turned on the light.
Zhou Yanchuan tried to stop him, but the person reacted too quickly and he couldn't stop them before he could grab them.
With a "snap," the warm yellow light instantly illuminated the bed.
His lips were pressed tightly together, and his usually composed eyes showed a rare hint of panic.
Wen Jiu looked down at her hands, and the glaring red at her fingertips made her heart clench suddenly.
It took him two or three seconds to react before he looked at the person next to him.
He was wearing black pajamas, so the extent of his injuries was not visible, but judging from the blanket and the blood on her hands, it was easy to guess that he was seriously injured.
Zhou Yanchuan glanced at the person and tried to keep his tone relaxed: "It's just a minor injury, I'll handle it later—"
"Take off your clothes."
Wen Jiu interrupted him before he could finish speaking.
"Nothing serious."
"Zhou Yanchuan!"
Zhou Yanchuan stood up and reached out to unbutton his shirt.
When Wen Jiu saw the gauze around his waist that was completely soaked in blood, her eyes instantly reddened, filled with both anger and heartache.
"This is the minor injury you were talking about?"
*
After receiving Wen Jiu's call, Lu Nian immediately got out of bed, drove to the front gate, and knocked on her bedroom door.
"Mrs."
He called softly from outside the door.
When Zhou Yanchuan heard the sound outside the door, he thought of getting up to open it, but before he could move, he was swept over by the woman's gaze.
He stopped getting up.
As the door opened, Lu Nian was so frightened by the sight of the woman's blood-covered hand that he nearly lost his mind.
When they later discovered it was his boss's blood, they inexplicably breathed a sigh of relief.
However, not many are loose.
He saw that the white bandage that had been tied around his waist was now soaked with bright red blood, and blood was seeping down the edges of the bandage, winding along his tight waistline.
He had thought it might be serious, but he didn't expect it to be this serious.
It was already late at night when they arrived at the hospital.
Lu Nian and Lin Yuchuan accompanied them, not daring to let Wen Jiu go through any more trouble.
Even so, it still affected the fetus.
Not long after Zhou Yanchuan left, Wen Jiu curled up at the head of the bed, her face pale, her lips, which were originally pink, turned white, and her breathing was so light that it was almost imperceptible.
She instinctively placed her hands on her lower abdomen, her knuckles turning slightly white from the force, and cold sweat from her forehead dampened the hair on the side of her face.
When Aunt Lin saw this, her heart almost stopped, and she hurriedly ran outside to find the old Chinese medicine doctor.
When the old man arrived, the girl on the bed was too weak to even speak.
He first took the patient's pulse, then instructed his young apprentice to burn some calming herbs.
Amidst the rising smoke, the old Chinese medicine doctor precisely inserted silver needles into the acupoints, and then asked Aunt Lin to cook a bowl of herbal soup to help prevent miscarriage.
After watching her drink it, I sat down by the bedside again to take her pulse.
Aunt Lin was sweating profusely with nervousness, and Lin Meng was also tense all over, until the old woman said: It's alright.
Tears welled up in her eyes and streamed down her face.
I was terrified.
After this ordeal, Wen Jiu was noticeably weaker. She would gasp for breath after just a slight turn in her body, and she didn't even have the strength to speak softly. Most of the time, she would just rest with her eyes closed.
Even when he was not fully conscious, his right hand always gently protected his lower abdomen.
That night, everyone in the courtyard was too scared to sleep.
Upon hearing the news, Zhou Yanchuan threw off the covers and was about to get out of bed again. When Lu Nian tried to stop him, he walked to the door and stopped.
This left Lu Nian completely bewildered, and he blurted out, "Why aren't you going?"
After asking the question, he felt like biting off his own tongue.
Fortunately, the man didn't argue with him, but said helplessly and bitterly, "If I go again, she might feel even more heartbroken."
I didn't dare say anything because I was afraid of this happening, but I didn't expect that I still couldn't avoid it.
*
A week after Zhou Yanchuan was discharged from the hospital, he returned to the courtyard and happened to run into Aunt Lin, who was out brewing herbal medicine.
"Sir, are you alright?"
"Hmm, where's Xiao Jiu?"
"The lady is in the room, she just fell asleep."
"Just fell asleep?"
"She's been experiencing severe morning sickness these past few nights and has barely slept at night, only getting a short nap in the morning," Aunt Lin said, her voice filled with concern.
Zhou Yanchuan frowned as well.
His eyes immediately welled up with tears when he saw the person lying weakly on the bed.
When Wen Jiu opened her eyes, she was met with those deep eyes. At first, she thought she was dreaming and stared at him quietly for a long time.
As she watched his eyes gradually redden, a tear fell onto the back of her hand with a "plop," and she realized it wasn't a dream.
She pouted, and her eyes immediately reddened.
Zhou Yanchuan touched the reddened corner of her eye.
Wen Jiu didn't say anything, she just watched him shed tears.
Finally, Zhou Yanchuan couldn't bear the heartache any longer, so he picked her up and let her cry in his arms.
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