After signing the surgery consent form, Shen Muzhi stood outside the operating room with a blank expression, the bloodstains on his hands still unwashed.
His heart was in turmoil. It turned out to be an ectopic pregnancy. It was all his fault that she was in this state.
A moment of poor judgment led her to poke that hole, resulting in this bitter consequence, which she now has to bear. Just imagine how much damage this has done to her body.
Shen Muzhi clenched his fists, wishing he could take her suffering upon himself.
Every minute and every second she was in the operating room, his heart felt like it was being fried in oil.
About an hour later, she was wheeled out of the operating room, her face completely drained of color.
He followed the doctor into the ward, where the doctor said to him, "The patient had an ectopic pregnancy and miscarriage. Fortunately, it was discovered early and treated promptly. She will be hospitalized for observation for a few days, and then go home to rest well. She will be able to have children again."
Shen Muzhi sat in front of Xiang Zhilan's bed, holding her cold hand, his lips tightly pursed.
Whether or not they can have more children is not his main concern; he just wants her to be well.
The doctor gave a few instructions about the post-operative care and then left the ward.
Shen Mu's forehead rested against her hand, and warm tears fell into her palm.
He is now filled with resentment towards himself for not protecting her and for not keeping the promise he made when she remarried him.
Time and time again, he broke his promise to her; he was truly not a good husband to her.
Three or four hours later, Xiang Zhilan slowly woke up and tried to lift her eyelids.
She saw a furry head drooping by the bedside, and her hand twitched slightly.
Shen Muzhi sensed her movement, immediately raised his head, looked at her with burning eyes, and happily squeezed her hand, "Wife, you're awake."
Xiang Zhilan's eyelids were still heavy. Seeing that his eyes were red and swollen, as if he had been crying, she couldn't help but reach out to touch his face.
Shen Muzhi quickly took her hand, raised it, and brought his face close to hers.
"Blood..." Xiang Zhilan saw the blood on his hands and asked in a hoarse voice, "Are you injured?"
Shen Muzhi felt even more heartbroken upon hearing this. He always felt that she didn't care enough about him, but this was the first thing she said after waking up from surgery.
His eyes suddenly became bloodshot as he stared intently at her.
Xiang Zhilan slowly regained her senses, and suddenly remembered the situation before she fainted. She frowned slightly: "Is the child alright?"
She vaguely remembered being pushed into a very cold place, and then gradually losing all feeling in her body.
She felt numbness in her lower body, so she wanted to get an answer from Shen Muzhi to refute her suspicions.
“Child…” Shen Muzhi shook his head, gripped her hand tightly, and said in a hoarse voice with difficulty, “We will have another one.”
Upon hearing his words, Xiang Zhilan knew the outcome. She closed her eyes briefly, and a tear rolled down her cheek and onto her pillowcase.
After a long while, she opened her eyes, looked at Shen Muzhi, and said in a low, hoarse voice, "What happened?"
Shen Muzhi bit her lip, her face tense as she uttered three words: "Ectopic pregnancy."
Xiang Zhilan paused slightly upon hearing this, staring at the ceiling.
After a while, it was she who spoke up to comfort Shen Muzhi: "This child probably knows that it's not his time, and there's nothing that can be done about this outcome."
Shen Muzhi looked at her, his eyes growing redder. They had conceived a child together, and then lost it together.
At this moment, it seems that I can best understand what it means for husband and wife to be one; their sorrow is the same.
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