As the operating room door opened and closed, the number of people in front of them gradually decreased.
She looked up at the two doors of the operating room, her heart pounding with anxiety. It must have hurt a lot.
Once you enter this door, the extra thing in your stomach will be gone.
Before that person even knew he existed, he disappeared from this world. Was what she did really right?
She turned around as if possessed, gazing towards the hospital entrance.
But then she laughed, realizing she'd been foolish; hadn't she deliberately come when he wasn't home?
So what are we expecting now?
"Yang Hongxing, it's your turn!" Soon, her name was called from the entrance of the operating room.
Yang Hongxing subconsciously stood up, clutching the form in her hand, and walked towards the operating room door.
But when she reached the door, she stopped.
"Go in, what are you dawdling for?" the nurse said impatiently.
Yang Hongxing peered inside through the half-open door. It was still broad daylight, yet the house was unusually quiet.
"Go in! What are you looking at? You're wasting so much time by dawdling like this!"
There are so many people waiting in line, we can't waste their time." The nurse made way for her to go in.
Yang Hongxing wasn't one to cause trouble for others, but upon hearing this, her face flushed red with embarrassment, and she instinctively went into the house.
With a snap, the sound of the door closing came from behind.
Hearing the door close, she realized she was inside; it seemed this time it really was her turn.
Just lie down on that operating table, and it will all be over.
But is it really over?
Suddenly, a strong sense of reluctance and unwillingness rose in her heart.
No, this shouldn't be happening. Since he came, he shouldn't have left so quietly.
She had to let that person know he existed.
Even if the final result is still no, at least... he didn't leave in obscurity.
Having made up her mind, she turned around and walked towards the tightly closed door.
“You’re going the wrong way, the operating room is this way,” the nurse shouted at her.
"I'll think about it some more." She flung open the operating room door and stepped out.
Ignoring what the people behind her were saying, she ran quickly out of the corridor, only then feeling a little better.
She was just about to find a trash can to throw away the form in her hand when she saw a familiar figure standing outside in the corridor.
"You, how did you get here? When did you arrive?" She quickly crumpled the sheet in her hand into a ball and clenched it tightly in her palm.
"Just arrived."
"I was originally going home, but since you weren't home, I came here to try my luck first," Zhou Mingjie explained.
"Didn't you go out on something? Why are you back so soon?" He usually goes out early in the morning and doesn't come back until the afternoon at the latest.
She acted boldly precisely because she recognized this.
"Yes, something is wrong. But seeing how distracted you were yesterday, I'm afraid something really serious has happened to you."
So... it all came back to the way it was. He scratched his head, looking rather uncomfortable.
He has never explained anything to anyone in his entire life.
He felt that talking to people like this was not like him.
Yang Hongxing pursed her lips, her heart softening slightly. Thankfully, he was still there!
Seeing that she didn't say a word, Zhou Mingjie asked again, "What's wrong with you? Why are you going to the hospital every day or two?"
"Could it be that something really is…?" He quickly stopped talking.
He hadn't forgotten how intense her emotions were when he said those words yesterday.
They even said someone died!
To be honest, he was completely dumbfounded by what he said. All he did was make her eat steamed buns for three days.
This stuff is just something you get tired of eating after a while, how could it possibly cause someone's death?
Is his skill level really that bad?
Has it reached the point of poisoning people to death?
Yang Hongxing secretly clutched the corner of her clothes with one hand. How could she tell him about this life?
"Say something! Why are you so short-tempered?"
Even if what I said wasn't pleasant to hear, so much time has passed, why aren't you still angry?
Zhou Mingjie got anxious; his tendency to keep everything bottled up inside was really bad.
Tell me what's bothering you, and then say it out loud.
He just kept quiet like that. He wasn't a mind reader, so how could he know what she was thinking?
"Hard to say?"
Okay, we're in the hospital now, let's go ask a doctor.
"He's a professional, he can surely explain it clearly, right?" He grabbed her wrist and headed to find a doctor.
"Zhou Mingjie, let go of me first. Let's go home. When we get home, I'll tell you everything." She pried his wrist off and walked ahead.
"Okay, let's go home first!" He understood the principle that you can't rush things, so he had no choice but to patiently accompany her home and talk about it later.
The two had barely stepped through the gate, before they even had a chance to close it, when Zhou Mingjie asked, "So, what's wrong with you?"
He's been holding back since yesterday, and his patience has reached its limit.
"Yes, there is a problem." Her eyes darted around.
"What's wrong with you? Tell me!"
Yang Hongxing, this is what annoys me the most about you. Just tell me what's bothering you.
"At the very least, you could at least fight me like other women do. That would be better than this pathetic state you're in now, wouldn't it?"
Yang Hongxing glanced at him and muttered under her breath, "With your size, if I fight you, wouldn't I be asking for trouble?"
And what's more, you're so quick-witted! I say one sentence, and you can say three, and each sentence is completely different.
I'm not going to rush into that and make myself uncomfortable.
Zhou Mingjie paused, then looked her up and down.
She wasn't short for a woman, but compared to his 1.8-meter height, she looked rather short.
Even now, standing straight, she only reaches his shoulder.
She was rather petite, and when she first married into the family, she looked dark-skinned, thin, and somewhat gaunt.
The exposed areas of his face and neck looked somewhat dark.
But he had to admit that the areas covered by his clothes, where others couldn't see, were indeed... quite white.
Moreover, the skin is delicate, soft, and smooth, which is... quite good.
She looks petite and slender, but she's actually quite well-endowed. Anyway, he was... pretty satisfied.
Although this marriage was not what he wanted, he figured that since he was already married, he had no choice but to continue living like this.
So these days, whenever he's home, he's never neglected himself.
He would only let her go after he had his fill.
Ahem, my thoughts have wandered a bit too far.
He secretly berated himself; now was not the time to think about such things.
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