"Alright, we still have Hengheng and Xiaokui." Xiang Zhilan looked into his eyes and reached out to touch his face.
She can only be thankful that they haven't informed the elders in her family yet, thus sparing them from heartbreak.
Ectopic pregnancy is just an accident; hospitals handle countless cases like this every year, and they can only accept it.
"Hmm." Shen Muzhi looked at her. She was much stronger than he had imagined, and she didn't even blame him in the slightest.
“Now I don’t have to postpone my work for the second half of the year.” Xiang Zhilan smirked.
Shen Muzhi knew she was trying to comfort him and assure him that she was alright, but he could see that there was no smile in her eyes at all. She was just as sad as he was, but she was concerned about his feelings.
"We'll have more, you have to give me lots and lots of children." He gently rubbed his cheek against the back of her hand.
"Do you think I'm a sow?" Xiang Zhilan said weakly and irritably, then added, "Next time, whatever happens, it will be three years from now. I don't need you to mess things up and disrupt my rhythm anymore."
"Okay." Shen Muzhi agreed to her, feeling that he could agree to anything she asked at this moment.
After saying a few words to Zhi Lan, she felt tired again. Before slowly closing her eyes, she muttered, "Don't tell Mom and Dad."
Shen Muzhi knew she was worried about the elderly in her family, especially Xiang's mother who had a heart condition, so he reassured her.
When Xiang Zhilan woke up again, it was already evening. She woke up because of the pain from the anesthesia wearing off.
"It hurts, it hurts, Shen Muzhi, it hurts..." she mumbled, her brows furrowed.
Shen Muzhi stroked her head, his heart aching, and said softly, "I'm here, I know."
Xiang Zhilan tightened his grip on her hand, his nails involuntarily digging into her flesh.
As she gradually regained consciousness, the pain became more pronounced, and she pinched him harder.
Shen Muzhi felt that the pain she endured was nothing compared to even a fraction of what she had suffered.
"Husband, it hurts..." Xiang Zhilan rarely acted so vulnerablely and coquettishly. Perhaps it was because she had just lost her child and felt that she wanted to be vulnerable and needed someone to comfort her and someone to rely on.
And the person she can rely on is no longer just her parents, but more so her husband who shares her pain of losing a child.
"I know I'll always be with you." Shen Muzhi lowered his head and kissed her forehead reassuringly.
The pain came in waves, and by the time it subsided, it was already midnight. Xiang Zhilan drifted off to sleep again, but he just couldn't fall asleep.
He stayed by her side, watching over her, not daring to miss a single moment. When he saw her frowning in her sleep, he immediately comforted her. When he saw her sweating, he wiped the sweat from her forehead.
He took good care of her all night.
Ni Sitian only learned about Zhi Lan's miscarriage the following evening, and almost rushed over without even changing her slippers.
Fortunately, Xu Tingchuan was relatively rational and drove her to the hospital.
When she went in, she saw Shen Muzhi feeding Xiang Zhilan porridge. Xiang Zhilan's expression wasn't as bad as she had imagined. She frowned and looked at Shen Muzhi, about to question him, when she heard Zhilan send him away.
After he left, Ni Sitian sat down in a chair, tucked her blanket in, and asked with concern, "How are you feeling?"
"The worst is over," Xiang Zhilan said to Ni Sitian reassuringly.
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