It was early the next morning when An Ran woke up, and she was still lying in the special care unit of the hospital.
She took the remote control and opened the blackout curtains. The light of the morning sun shone into the room, and everything was quiet.
The clock on the wall showed the time was just half past five in the morning.
An Ran glanced at her side subconsciously. There was no sign that the man had slept there. He didn't stay here last night.
She breathed a sigh of relief because now she really didn't want to see him again.
An Ran could not face what happened yesterday, and could only use passive silence to deal with the devastating hurt and heart-rending grief and despair.
She was slumped in a daze, unable to muster any strength in her body. She had not eaten any water or rice since eating yesterday morning.
But she didn't feel hungry or thirsty. Maybe she had lost her desire to live, or maybe she had received nutritional injections.
At this time, the door opened, and Bao Yuanqing walked in with a can of chicken soup and a nervous look on his face.
"Sisters, you, you, you...what's wrong!" Bao Yuanqing put down the chicken soup, walked quickly to the bed, and stared at An Ran.
An Ran was still calm and stretched out a hand to her: "You came just in time, help me."
Bao Yuanqing helped An Ran out of bed, and then he discovered that her right foot was wrapped with thick gauze. He was even more surprised: "What's wrong with your foot?"
"I was accidentally cut by something...it's okay, doesn't it still have a foot?" An Ran reluctantly raised the corner of his mouth.
Her calmness and strength seemed to Bao Yuanqing to be a forced smile, so Bao Yuanqing looked at her with even more worry and sympathy.
An Ran went to the bathroom with Bao Yuanqing's help.
After about ten minutes, An Ran finished washing up, and with the help of Bao Yuanqing, he returned to the bed in the ward and slowly lay down.
"Oh, why are so many things happening in such a good place... Sisters, you can cry if you want!" Bao Yuanqing looked at An Ran, who looked calm, with worry on his face.
An Ran shook his head gently and said in a tired tone: "I cried yesterday... I don't want to cry anymore."
After all, tears couldn't solve the problem. Even if she cried her eyes out, Zhuo Jiaxuan would still be alive and kicking. There was nothing she could do about her. Crying could only flush her eyeballs for her, and the rest was of no use.
"What's going on?" Bao Yuanqing had many questions he wanted to know.
An Ran glanced at the soup can on the table next to her and asked softly: "The tonic soup you brought will get cold if you don't drink it quickly!"
Only then did Bao Yuanqing remember. She patted her forehead and quickly stood up to serve chicken soup to An Ran.
During the whole process, An Ran didn't ask Bao Yuanqing how he knew she had a miscarriage. Because she knew very well that of course it was Nie Qingyu who informed Bao Yuanqing.
When the lid of the jar is opened, a rich aroma fills the air.
An Ran sniffed hard and her stomach rumbled twice: "It smells so good!"
"You want to eat?" Bao Yuanqing was overjoyed and thought she wouldn't have any appetite.
An Ran took the soup bowl and drank a few tablespoons of the thick soup. He was a little surprised: "Why do I feel that this chicken soup... tastes very special? It seems that I have drunk it somewhere, but I can't remember where I drank it."
Bao Yuanqing carefully looked at An Ran, who was as if nothing had happened, and said softly: "Of course I cooked it myself...you have drank it before."
An Ran stopped talking and lowered his head to drink soup and meat. The bowl in his hand was soon empty.
"I'll serve you another bowl." Bao Yuanqing asked tentatively.
An Ran put down the empty bowl, wiped the corners of his lips with a tissue from the bedside table, and shook his head: "I'm full."
"It's okay... you're still willing to eat." Bao Yuanqing breathed a sigh of relief. She sat next to An Ran, took her hand, and then asked worriedly: "Sisters, what's wrong with you! I'm almost going to die
Scared to death!"
The bitter smile on An Ran's lips was a bit far-fetched: "It's all over, I don't want to mention it again."
"Hey, you and your husband... didn't quarrel about the miscarriage, right?" Bao Yuanqing was still worried, always feeling that this matter was not that simple. "Okay, why did you suddenly have a miscarriage?"
"He is not my husband!" An Ran's face suddenly turned cold and she firmly denied it.
Bao Yuanqing was stunned, and then he understood: "Is the miscarriage related to him?"
An Ran didn't want to mention it, so she turned her head and sulked with herself.
"Forget it, I won't mention it if you don't want to." Bao Yuanqing waved his hand and began to change the topic: "My brother will have surgery tomorrow. To be honest, I'm quite nervous."
An Ran was startled for a moment, and said apologetically: "I had completely forgotten about this."
"You haven't stopped here recently, so why are you thinking about anything else? It's okay... I believe in Director Fan's medical skills, and Xiaoxin's operation will definitely go well!"
Xiaoxin is Bao Yuanqing's younger brother, and Director Fan is the top cardiologist in the country arranged by Nie Qingyu.
An Ran patted the back of Bao Yuanqing's hand and encouraged: "Since you also believe in Director Fan's medical skills, you must have enough confidence. You must encourage Xiaoxin and let him be like a brave warrior and go to the battlefield fearlessly tomorrow!"
Bao Yuanqing looked at his friend and sighed: "So many things have happened to you, and you still have to comfort me..."
"I...it's okay." An Ran lowered her head and covered the sadness in her eyes with her thick and long eyelashes. "It's all over!"
"To be honest, you look like this is quite worrying." Bao Yuanqing was still a little worried. "I always feel that it would be more practical to watch you cry."
"I already cried yesterday! How can you be such a friend? You always like to see me cry." An Ran glared at the other party, pretending to be annoyed.
"Okay, okay, if you don't like crying, forget it. I won't force you, but... don't make trouble with your husband..."
"He is not my husband!" An Ran corrected him seriously. "Sister Bao, if you still treat me as a friend, don't say such disgusting words in the future!"
Bao Yuanqing wanted to persuade him again, but seeing An Ran's cold eyes, he finally did not dare to make a mistake and swallowed back his words of persuasion.
"Sister Bao, go back!" An Ran asked her, "Xiaoxin will have surgery tomorrow, and the person you should accompany him the most is him."
Bao Yuanqing was a little embarrassed and looked at her pleadingly: "Let me stay a little longer..."
An Ran knew that the other party came to see her partly because of their friendship, and partly because of Nie Qingyu's pressure. "Don't worry, I will eat well and take good care of my body. I will tell him that it was you who persuaded me for a long time."
I just figured it out. All the credit goes to you, Nie Qingyu won’t blame you."
Bao Yuanqing was grateful and ashamed at the same time: "Sisters, you are always so interesting to me! I shouldn't have said those words to you a few days ago because of Liang Kai's matter. I apologize to you..."
"I forgot!" An Ran curled her lips calmly and said, "Don't mention Liang Kai in front of me, okay? I'm not familiar with him!"