Caught off guard and accompanied by violent screams, Qin Anan felt as if his whole body had been torn apart.
Sure enough, he thought this matter was a little too simple.
It's not that the doctor was harsh, but the pain was severe.
The pain in her chest was nothing but pain. Just when you thought the pain would end, the pain became more severe in the next second, tearing her whole body.
There was no way to breathe at all.
She wanted to cry and shout loudly, but she couldn't.
What if I call him out?
Even if you call others out, they can't help you. You can only endure it alone.
Tears seeped out from the corners of his eyes.
That kind of pain is almost suffocating.
She bit the quilt, hoping to make herself feel better in this way.
...
I don’t know how much time passed, but as time went by, the face of the man at the door became ugly and grim.
Ever since the scream ended, there has been no sound.
"Yeah, boss, your hand is bleeding."
The servant brought the tea. As soon as he put it down and looked up, he saw that the back of his boss's hand was injured.
It seemed that the injury was quite serious, with a lot of blood coming out.
Also, I just hit the wall with my fist. What's the matter with the fact that the back of my hand doesn't bleed?
"fine."
The man's eyes were all on that door, and he had no intention of paying attention to himself.
All I can think about is: How is An An?
Just when the servant didn't know what to say.
The door was opened and the doctor came out.
There was a little sweat on the doctor's forehead, and it was easy to tell what he had just experienced.
"It has been kneaded, but it still needs to be drained in time during this period. Otherwise, it is likely to cause secondary siltation, which will be troublesome then."
"Thanks a lot."
"You're welcome. You'd better go in and see your wife first. She has suffered the most."
Women already suffer enough, but to have to suffer these things is really heartbreaking.
"I see."
Gu Xingzhi walked into the bedroom with some difficulty. To his surprise, except for the quilt, which looked a little messy, all the places in the bedroom were clean.
Qin An'an's little one was nestled under the quilt, with one head exposed, eyes closed to rest.
After a while, she seemed to notice other people entering the room, and she slowly opened her eyes again.
His eyes were red, his lips were pale, and he was sweating profusely. It was obvious that he had just suffered a torture.
"An'an."
The man pursed his lips and had some difficulty spitting these two words out of his mouth.
I knew in my heart that this little guy had suffered a serious crime this time.
"snort."
It was okay if I didn't see this man. Once I saw this man, I wasn't angry at all.
He snorted coldly, tilted his head and ignored him.
Originally, she really wanted to be strong and even turned her body away, but her body was in so much pain that it was almost heartbreaking to move even a little bit.
She was a little lucky that the child was taken away when she was in a fever. He didn't want to show his embarrassment in front of the child.
"Angry?"
Those who heard that little "hum" felt tingling in their hearts.
Even the man's speaking voice began to become softer without realizing it.