Chief, Love for you is wrong

"Doctor, how is she?" when the doctor came out and untied his mask, Wen Jili, standing outside the door, hurried forward to consult.

In the abandoned factory building, Qin Jing suddenly fainted with Chen Xiaoting in her arms. Their heart that had just been put down was mentioned again because of Qin Jing's dizziness.

"I'm not seriously ill, so I'm a little weak." the doctor turned a few pages holding the book and pushed his glasses, "However, the patient shows signs of miscarriage. We have tried our best to protect the patient's fetus. Whether the fetus can be saved depends on the patient's physical and psychological quality. The specific results can only be concluded after observation for a period of time. Remember to pay attention to the patient's mood changes at all times. Whether the fetus can be saved has a great relationship with this. However, I don't know about the fetal problem It is to advise you to make psychological preparations in advance. The patient's mood fluctuates too much, and the impact on the fetus has been... "

The doctor stopped at the right time. Hearing the doctor's words, Wen Jili breathed deeply, slowly relaxed his tense mood, closed his eyes, and calmly said, "I know, thank you, doctor."

The doctor nodded. After the nurse behind him came out and left together, Wen Jili pushed the door in.

Under the care of the nurse, she changed into a clean patient's suit. Her face was still pale and bloodless. Wen Jili sat by the bed and held Qin Jing's hand on her side. The other hand gently stroked her face. Her fingertips carefully described her eyebrows, eyes, bridge of nose, cheeks, lips and eyes. She was affectionate and sad.

She remembered the phone call she had just made to him after the birth inspection before the accident. Her happy voice seemed to echo in her mind. In less than a few hours, it gave her such bad news.

"Qin little rabbit, I'm not afraid. We'll have some children in the future." he choked in his voice, bent over Qin Jing's forehead and printed a kiss, pulled away her broken hair on her forehead, looked at her pale face, their overlapping hands, smelled Ji Li's palms trembling slightly, water vapor fainted in his eyes, and he closed his eyes sadly.

For a long time, I choked out a very low "sorry I'm late..."

"Dudu -" the knock on the door sounded, Wen Jili took a deep breath, straightened the quilt for Qin Jing, bent over and printed a kiss on her forehead, then turned and went out.

"What's the matter?" Chen Ze pestles at the door.

"San Shao, Gu Zhancheng and Wen Aiai's phone." Chen Ze handed the mobile phone in his hand to Wen Jili in front. When he came into contact with Wen Jili's cold eyes, he quickly explained, "I have refused many times, and they still called. Later, they said that if they didn't inform San Shao to answer the phone, they would tell the two old people in the old house."

Smelling the speech, Wen Jili sneered at the corners of his lips and swept a fierce light from the top of his eyebrows, "then ask them to tell the two old people in the old house and tell them, by the way, how their daughter made the two old people's great grandchildren run away!"

As soon as Chen Ze heard this, he looked up and looked at Wen Jili in surprise, "Mrs. San Shao, her children..."

Wen Jili waved slowly, and Junyi's face was stained with fatigue and pain. "The doctor said that there was little chance to keep it."

Chen Ze's face also sank. Hearing that Ji Li pinched his forehead, the topic turned elsewhere, "how's Xiaoting?"

"There's nothing serious after the physical examination. I'm drawing blood." Chen Ze paused and looked embarrassed, "but she blamed herself very much. She thought it was her self righteousness that caused less harm, madam."