The palm of the paranoid emperor is spoiled

Chapter 1029 Not suitable for strenuous exercise
Yan Zhixin couldn't believe it: "It's just like that?"

The obstetrician looked a little dodgy.

Conscience in heaven and earth, she has never lied to a patient, even a white lie.

Yan Zhixin saw the doctor's eyes, and her heart sank suddenly.

The reason why she let Mo Junting out was because she didn't want Mo Junting to disturb her.

... He said that Ling Feng took the bullet and gouged out an extra piece of meat.

Ling Feng is a doctor of medicine, and his ability in many aspects is unmatched, but his most powerful is knife skills-especially knife skills such as fetching bullets.

A perverted doctor who said that cutting someone to death with 590 knives would definitely not kill someone with [-] knives, would accidentally goug out an extra piece of her flesh?

She doesn't believe it.

She reached out to touch her stomach subconsciously: "Don't lie to me, I can feel it."

In this regard, a woman's sixth sense cannot be underestimated.

The obstetrician sighed and didn't lie to her again: "Your health is good, although the baby was not saved..."

Yan Zhixin shook her hand, and the cup fell to the ground.

Snapped!
A crisp sound.

Yan Zhixin said in disbelief, "What did you say?"

child?

Not only did she have a child, but she lost her child because of being shot?
This is tantamount to a bolt from the blue!

Yan Zhixin once wondered whether she and Mo Junting would have children.

A day or two late in her period even made her tense, thinking she might be pregnant.

She alone did not expect--

The obstetrician wanted to comfort her, but Mo Junting strode in from the door.

Just now, although he went out, he didn't go far, but just opened the door, and he stood at the door and listened.

When he heard the doctor say the word "child", he knew it was broken.

As soon as he took her into his arms, tears welled up in her eyes.

Seeing this, the obstetrician quietly exited the door and closed the door behind him.

Yan Zhixin was lying in Mo Junting's arms, her tears were like a fountain, which could not be stopped.

When she faked crying, she could cry earth-shatteringly.

But when she was really sad, she couldn't cry at all.

Her shoulders trembled violently, her face turned purple, and she might faint at any moment.

Mo Junting's heart tightened all of a sudden, he held her hand tighter, and comforted him: "Don't cry, the operation was a success, it won't hurt anymore, and you won't be infertile. If you want a child, we can help you at any time." You can ask for it all."

Yan Zhixin grabbed his clothes vigorously, buried her face deeply in his arms: "Why? Brother Mo Mo? Why?"

Mo Junting sighed softly: "Yanzhi, look at me."

He held her face up, gently wiped away the tears on her face, and leaned over to kiss her under her mournful eyes.

Yan Zhixin hadn't recovered from her grief, she stared blankly at him like a puppet, at a loss for what to do.

"Cough cough!"

The sudden coughing disturbed Yan Zhixin, she finally came back to her senses, she reached out to push it away, but she pulled the wound, and immediately gasped in pain.

Mo Junting protected her, let her lie down on the bed, turned his head, and looked at Ling Feng with a bit of narrow expression on his face: "Fart!"

Ling Feng gently reminded: "Miss Yan is weak and not suitable for strenuous exercise. Please exercise some restraint for the next two months."

(End of this chapter)