Chapter 101 I'll take you home now
The air was silent for a few seconds, and even the usually composed man was clearly taken aback.
Mu Yan's face was pale, and her eyelashes trembled slightly.
He sat on the edge of the bed, and perhaps it was just his imagination, but his stomach suddenly felt like it was churning. He clutched his chest and gagged a few times, but nothing came out.
"Are you alright?" The man was startled and immediately took a few steps forward, bent down to support him, and patted him on the back to help him catch his breath.
Mu Yan's face turned even uglier. The man opened a bottle of mineral water for him and told him to drink some water first.
When he felt nauseous, even drinking water was difficult. Not wanting to disappoint him, Mu Yan took the water and drank a few small sips.
"Go get your blood drawn first," the man's voice rang out again, "It might be a misdiagnosis."
Mu Yan was a little weak and staggered when she stood up. The man steadily supported her and they slowly walked out of the temporary ward.
Misdiagnosis... Could it be a misdiagnosis?
But Mu Yan has always had bad luck.
At the end of the corridor was the blood collection room, where the smell of disinfectant was pungent and the incandescent light was blindingly bright.
Mu Yan's hands were cold, and his pulse was weak and rapid.
Xie Chen looked down at him, reached into her bag, took out a tissue, and wiped the thin layer of sweat from his forehead.
This hospital is very expensive, but there weren't many people in line, and Mu Yan was soon called.
He sat down in front of the nurse, his gaze falling on the exposed needle in her hand. His body trembled involuntarily, and his breathing became rapid.
Seeing that he was a little scared, the nurse paused. She had seen many people who were afraid of injections, and routinely reassured Mu Yan that it would be over soon.
Mu Yan was already twenty-four years old, and the nurse in front of him was probably younger than him. He felt useless and had caused trouble for others.
Mu Yan wasn't actually afraid of injections before. In the two years when Mu Juanhua first fell ill, he even went to the blood bank to donate blood for two consecutive years in his desperation to accumulate some good fortune for her.
If we're going to go by the rules, the fear of injections only started after Shang Hongsheng's men forcibly injected him with a drug that would induce unconsciousness.
Mu Yan tried to smile at the nurse to indicate that he was fine and could continue, but at that moment the man's hand reached out from behind and covered his eyes.
The man's palm was large and gentle, and Mu Yan could not see anything at all, except for her eyelashes trembling slightly under his palm.
This action was strange, like treating a child, but for some reason, Mu Yan didn't dodge immediately.
In that moment of hesitation, the cool, damp cotton swab dipped in iodine was pressed against his skin. The touch was icy, the smell slightly bitter, and Mu Yan's body reflexively flinched, his shoulders trembling slightly.
The man seemed to have guessed that Mu Yan would feel embarrassed, so he didn't say anything that would make him feel awkward, but simply patted his shoulder gently with his other hand.
Mu Yan lowered his face slightly, as if rubbing against the man's palm. Realizing this, he quickly stopped, but the man seemed completely unaware and remained unresponsive.
The nurse moved with practiced ease, and the needle quickly pierced the skin.
Mu Yan's fingertips twitched slightly involuntarily, but it didn't hurt as much as he had imagined. The man didn't let go of his hand covering his eyes until the nurse skillfully pulled out the needle and dropped it.
“Alright,” the man released his grip. “It’s fine now. Let’s go outside and wait.”
Mu Yan nodded, and the man helped him up and left, sitting aside to wait for the report.
The corridor was nearly deserted and eerily quiet. Occasionally, someone would pass by, leaving footsteps, but silence would quickly return.
Xie Chen knew Mu Yan was uncomfortable and looked away from him, unsure of what to do.
Could the child be He Fan's?
If so, how could he ask Mu Yan to abort the child?
As he hesitated, Mu Yan beside him suddenly tugged at his sleeve.
Xie Chen knew he wanted to talk, so he took out his phone, unlocked it, and handed it to him.
Mu Yan took his phone, typed something in the notes app and then deleted it. The man waited patiently for him without urging him at all.
“Mr. Bodyguard,” Mu Yan finally made up her mind and resolutely handed the man her phone, which she had just finished typing a long message, “The child in my belly, even if it is real, is not He Fan’s. You don’t need to stay with me anymore. Go home and rest early. I know He Fan paid you, but you saved my life, and I still want to thank you properly. I don’t know your name or contact information yet. Could you tell me?”
Upon seeing that the child was not He Fan's, the man, who had been looking solemn, seemed to relax a bit. He stood there for a couple of seconds, seemingly stunned, before briefly introducing himself.
"...My name is Xie Chen. I've had someone buy you a new phone and get you a replacement SIM card. My phone number...I'll tell you when your phone arrives."
"Whose child it is...it has nothing to do with me. All I know is that I want to get you back safely."
Mu Yan looked at him, slightly taken aback. The man's name and his face after changing out of his blood-stained clothes seemed somewhat familiar, but he couldn't quite recall what kind of connection this person had with him.
Have they met before? He said he was He Fan's bodyguard, but if he's a bodyguard, why did he say... that He Fan's child has nothing to do with him?
"Number 086, come and pick up your form." The nurse called out the number at the window. Before Mu Yan could even realize that he was number 86, Xie Chen got up and picked up the form.
Mu Yan reached out and took the form, only to realize that he couldn't understand the numbers on it. He didn't have a phone, and Xie Chen didn't offer him one or help him look it up.
"Let's go see a doctor first," Xie Chen said.
Mu Yan knew that knowing some information, whether true or false, online in advance might not be of any benefit to him, but just like a student who is eager to check the answers after the college entrance examination, he still wanted to know the news that might be bad news as soon as possible.
There was no one queuing in front of the doctor's office. The sign at the door read his profile, which included his more than 30 years of experience in the medical field after graduating from one of the top three universities in the country.
Xie Chen walked ahead and opened the door for Mu Yan. The doctor in the consultation room had gray hair, wore thick glasses, and looked rather grumpy.
Mu Yan handed over the report in his hand, and Xie Chen pulled out a chair for him to sit down.
The doctor took the report, glanced at it, and immediately frowned deeply.
"Why didn't you come to the hospital sooner if you felt unwell? Drowsiness, nausea, dizziness, weakness, and cramps in your hands and feet—didn't you pay any attention to these symptoms?"
Whether in high school, college, or after attending language classes, Mu Yan's English listening comprehension has always been worse than his other skills. The doctor's tone was urgent, and he spoke with the accent of a rural town in southern Country A. The more nervous Mu Yan was, the more his mind went blank when he heard the doctor speak.
Yet he could also detect the reproach in the doctor's tone, as if he were being condescendingly criticized for his lack of self-respect in getting pregnant out of wedlock.
Before his relationship with Shang Qiyue ended, he had been taking birth control pills regularly. The only time he forgot about the birth control pills was when Shang Qiyue was in the marked chamber during her most vulnerable period. He was on a business trip before the incident and was hospitalized afterward.
Does the doctor's statement confirm that he is pregnant?
What is he to do, this unwanted child, born without another father?
If it was conceived from that incident, then this child should be three months old now.
Even if Mu Yan had never been pregnant, she still had basic common sense.
After three months, abortion is generally no longer an option; induced labor will be necessary.
Xie Chen's face instantly turned cold: "He came to the hospital to ask you what to do, didn't he? Why are you yelling at the patient? Is this your professional ethics?"
Doctors in Country A have a very high status. Even in this hospital where the patients are all wealthy and powerful, the doctors do not intend to be subservient to their patients.
Dr. Edward, a seasoned veteran, completely disregarded the young man before him. Having worked in this department for decades, he had seen plenty of people like him—people who only showed off in front of their wives, but would immediately cower in fear if he actually called security.
"Now you know how to care about someone?" Dr. Edward didn't recognize Xie Chen at all, and his words were full of sarcasm. "You just know how to show off here. When you're not wearing a condom and only thinking about your own pleasure, why don't you care about your wife?"
Xie Chen was now unable to explain himself, his eyes widening slightly, speechless.
But when the doctor mocked him, his tone was sarcastic and his speech was very slow. Mu Yan seemed to understand, and his face turned even more pale and then red.
Mu Yan moved his lips several times, seemingly wanting to defend Xie Chen, but his throat broke down at that moment, and he couldn't say anything.
"This is a genuine false pregnancy, and after eight weeks, it can no longer be controlled with medication. Hormonal reactions have already started, and the pregnancy symptoms will only get worse and worse, lasting until the fifth or sixth month of the false pregnancy."
Although the doctor's attitude was still bad, Xie Chen's expression softened slightly as he listened to his harsh reprimands.
"Doctor, he... isn't pregnant?"
"Yes, you're not pregnant! Keep not using condoms, you definitely won't get pregnant next time either. Anyway, it's not just you who suffers from a false pregnancy... but you," the doctor turned to Mu Yan and said cursingly, "You didn't take care of yourself during the three months of a false pregnancy, and your husband didn't care at all. If you don't divorce this alpha, you'll just have to suffer by yourself. Don't you ever get a divorce."
Mu Yan seemed to understand this time. He looked up at the doctor as if to confirm it again. Xie Chen, who was standing to the side, gently patted his shoulder, glanced down at him, and gestured for him not to argue with this doctor who had a bad temper. Then he grabbed Mu Yan's hand and helped him up.
“It’s a false pregnancy.” Xie Chen noticed his question, took Mu Yan’s arm and helped him up, then whispered to him in Chinese, “But it will last for two to three months. During this time, you need to take care of your health.”
Xie Chen closed the door to the consultation room behind him, leaving only the two of them in the empty corridor once again.
"I'll take you home now, back to your home in City A."
go home........
I want to go home, I want to go back to my country.
I want to see my mother.
Mu Yan nodded vigorously, blinked, and large tears instantly streamed down her face.
Xie Chen was stunned. He didn't cry when he was kidnapped by a group of desperados and found by himself. He didn't cry when he first found out he might be pregnant. He didn't cry when he was so afraid of injections and blood tests.
Why are you crying now? You're crying so pitifully.
Xie Chen had just changed his clothes after showering and didn't bring any tissues. In his haste, he didn't know what he was thinking, but he actually tried to wipe Mu Yan's tears with his fingertips, completely forgetting that his fingers had rough calluses from gunshot wounds.
The moment his fingertips touched Mu Yan's face, he remembered what had happened. Afraid of hurting Mu Yan, he quickly let go.
[Author's Note]
Xie Chen: Ah [clown] Me?
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