"But she has a cold constitution. From the perspective of traditional Chinese medicine, it should be difficult for her to conceive."
After the doctor finished speaking, Yan Yanhan's pupils suddenly shrank, his jaw tightened, and his thin lips almost formed a straight line.
"Of course, it's just that it's not easy to conceive. It doesn't mean that there's something wrong with the uterus. If you take good care of it, there should be no problem." The doctor was reserved. While writing the case, he said: "You seem to have come from the Imperial Capital. I'll see you again after you go back."
Check it out with a professional gynecologist."
Yan Han almost didn't listen to what the doctor said.
He walked to Song Xiang's ward and sat down next to her.
He closed his eyes and suppressed all the negative emotions that had just occurred in that moment.
Song Xiang is by my side. As long as she is well, everything else is nonsense. Thinking about children now is simply a waste of time.
What's more, with the current level of medical care, if she wants to have a child, she can achieve it at any cost.
He gently picked up her hand, and his fingertips trembled with the coldness. He held it with both hands, trying to give her some warmth.
Song Xiang lay quietly without any movement.
In her sleep, she was disturbed by all kinds of messy memories, so she kept running, and finally arrived at the door of her house.
Opening the door, Xu Shuyan was sitting inside.
She walked in happily and shouted, "Mom——"
The person inside was startled, and his kind-hearted face suddenly changed, and he glared angrily, "Who is your mother?! Get out!"
"Mother……"
"I'm not your mother, and you're not Song Xiang, thief, get out!"
"No, I'm not a thief, mom, I'm Xiangxiang!"
Slap the door hard and pray to the people inside to open the door.
But no matter how hard she knocked, there was no movement inside.
Suddenly, as soon as his feet were empty, his body fell into boundless darkness.
"Song Xiang!"
A voice came through. She didn't know who it was, but she just felt familiar. She wanted to reach out and grab him, but she couldn't touch him at all.
The sound is getting closer and closer, and it seems that it is already in my ears.
She suddenly stretched out her hand and grabbed it with all her strength.
Got it!
With a bang.
When I opened my eyes, my eyes were filled with white.
His eyes gradually focused, and the voice was indeed right next to his ears. He turned his face sideways and met a pair of deep and silent eyes.
Yan Han stood by the bed, watched her open her eyes, and breathed a sigh of relief.
"Song Xiang, it's a nightmare, don't be afraid, I'm here."
It turned out to be him.
She opened her eyes, and two tears slipped from the corners of her eyes.
Her thoughts gradually returned, but her hand still held her tightly.
I opened my mouth to speak, but found that my lips were dry and cracked, and the skin on my mouth was torn with a slight movement. My throat hurt so much that it was difficult to make a sound.
Yanhan understood, turned around and brought some water, first used a cotton swab to moisten her lips, and then gave her water with a spoon.
The warm water slid down her throat, instantly moistening the dry throat, allowing her to barely make a sound.
"I...what's wrong?"
Yan Han put down the things in his hands and wiped the corners of her mouth, "You are too tired and overslept."
Song Xiang pursed her lips, knowing that it was more than just that. She had a severe headache. She could feel that her body had suffered huge trauma and she didn't even want to move.
"When will we go back?" she asked.
Yan Yanhan tucked the quilt for her, "Wait until your situation gets better, don't worry."
How could he not be in a hurry? He had been out for a day, but he didn't know how much work he would have to backlog.
Her eyes moved down and fell on his hand that was holding hers tightly, and she subconsciously held it back.