"Well, you can tell me at any time about Fangran's treatment status." Cheng Fei nodded, her emotion not visible in her indifferent expression.

An Qi raised his eyes and looked at her, with an inquiring look in his eyes.

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In the following week, An Yan hardly had a sound sleep. During the day, she would always look at the ceiling in a daze, and at night, she would always wake up from sleep. After waking up, she had to be in Mucheng's arms before she could sleep for a while.

Because of poor rest, the wound on the abdomen healed very slowly, so the food Qin Jing sent every day could only be light, and the nutritional supplements that women should take after a miscarriage could not be kept up with in time.

So much so that An Yan, who used to be bright and alert in the past, has now become dull; the rosy and smooth skin that was originally due to the maintenance after marriage was destroyed into a rosy skin in just a few days due to the surgery in the car accident.

Almost transparent and pale.

"Brother, my sister-in-law's wound recovers very slowly. This will cause secondary damage to the vagina and may affect future fertility." Outside the door, Jingran whispered to Mucheng.

"She's in a bad mood. Give her some more time. It's not that important whether she has children or not." Mucheng whispered, as if looking back at the ward, he lowered his voice and said to Jingran: "Go over and talk, don't

It disturbed her."

Then, I heard footsteps slowly walking away from the door.

An Yan, who had hardly spoken this week since he knew the child was gone, subconsciously lowered his head and looked at his belly after listening to Jing Ran's words - if he was hurt a second time, it would never happen again!

No, she doesn't want it!

She wanted to give birth to a son and a daughter for Mucheng. She wanted to give Mucheng many, many family members.

"Son, will you like it when mommy gives you a younger brother and younger sister?" An Yan stretched out her hand to caress her deflated belly, and couldn't help but shed tears again.

"Why are you crying again?" Mucheng walked in, stretched out his hand to gently wipe away the tears on her face, and said softly: "The eyes are swollen, and the skin will be soaked by the tears. She is no longer beautiful."

Looking at Mucheng Qiang's calm face, he remembered that he heard his suppressed cries from the bathroom several times in the middle of the night, and felt a little sad in his heart - in that car accident, he was no more injured than himself.

The loss of his child made him as sad as himself; but in addition to suppressing his sadness, he also had to take care of himself, comfort himself, and deal with his sometimes unreasonable crying.

"Mucheng, I'm sorry for making you worry." An Yan put her arms around Mucheng's neck, buried her face in his neck and sobbed softly.

Hearing An Yan finally take the initiative to speak, although her voice was hoarse and heartbreaking; although tears couldn't stop flowing down as soon as she spoke; but her initiative at least showed that her attention was no longer completely lost.

Drawn by the child - she will recover slowly, as long as her attention is taken away from the child.

"Well, it doesn't matter, as long as you don't let me worry anymore." Mucheng patted her back gently and whispered softly in her ear.

"How are your injuries?" An Yan sniffed hard, stopped crying, and asked with a choked voice.

"It's better than your belly." Mucheng kissed the side of her face, put his hand on her shoulders, slightly opened the distance between him and her, looked at her and said seriously: "An Yan, the child is gone.

, we are all sad, but to me, no one is more important than you!"

"If there is anything wrong with you, I don't think I can survive. So, even if we lost our baby in this car accident, I still thank God that you are still by my side!"

"So, you can be sad, you can cry, you can not speak, you can get angry, but you can't continue to make the wound worse! Every bit and every inch of your body is not just yours - she

It belongs to your parents, and it belongs to me! So, you can't ruin her at will."

Looking at Mucheng's haggard and serious face, An Yan only felt a sour warmth in her heart - there is such a man who stays by your side when you are in the most pain, telling you: he only cares about you!

Who can deny that she is actually happy after just losing her child?

An Qi hugged Mucheng tightly again, buried his head in his shoulder, breathed in the warm scent of his body, and stopped talking for a long time.

It wasn't until the doctor came over for routine examination and dressing change that Mucheng gently patted her back and helped her lie down.

When Qin Jing brought the evening meal again, An Yan took the initiative to ask for another bowl after finishing one bowl. Mucheng was so happy that when he went to serve the porridge, his hands were trembling slightly.

Qin Jing's eye circles couldn't help but turn red. This week, instead of saying that An Yan was sad for losing her child, it would be better to say that everyone was sad for An Yan's loss of her child.

The words are sad and tormenting!

Especially Mucheng, who was injured all over her body, had to coax her to sleep well at night because she could wake up at any time; during the day, she had to arrange her treatment, coax her to eat as much as possible, and have to meet with a stitch processing company.

To investigate the truth about the car accident; if it weren't for Xia Wan and An Qi who could occasionally change hands, I'm afraid even a tough guy wouldn't be able to hold on.

Now this child is able to get over her sadness and start to pay attention to her body and the emotions of those around her. This is an excellent sign that she is beginning to recover, and everyone who was worried about her breathed a long sigh of relief.

"I'm sorry for making you worry." Looking at her mother who walked out quickly with red circles, looking at Mucheng's slightly trembling hands, An Yan lowered her head slightly - it was really inappropriate, everyone was here

Worrying about her alone.

"We all love you, you should get better soon." Mucheng blew the hot medicinal porridge to cool down and said while feeding her.

"Yes." An Yan nodded heavily, her eyes were red but she didn't shed any more tears. Dy came once when he was admitted to the hospital, and today is the second time. After not seeing him for a few days, Jin Ziyang looked even more haggard than the injured Su Ho.

.dy’s childish but pale face.

"There will be sequelae of concussion. Observation and treatment in the past three months are very important." Su Ho leaned over to help his daughter tuck the quilt in, frowning and saying worriedly: "Besides, there are still some

Blood spots and bruises."

"Let me take a look." Jin Ziyang said in a deep voice.

Su Ho took her daughter's arm outside the quilt and gently rolled up the sleeves. There were several dazzling bruises on the pink and lotus-like arms and fine blood spots scattered around, making the child look...
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