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"She is currently in the Emergency Room. May I ask who you are? Are you her husband? She needs a family member to sign for her abortion surgery!"
Another older Head Nurse passing by glanced at Qing Cang with disdain in her eyes. "What kind of husband are you? Didn't you know your wife was pregnant? You let her go out alone and she fainted on the roadside. By the way, she has injuries on her body. Did you two get into a fight? I warn you, society is very strict about protecting women these days. You could face legal consequences!" The Head Nurse led Qing Cang toward the nurse's station while sternly warning him. This man looked handsome and upright, yet he seemed to be a refined scoundrel.
The Head Nurse continued to chatter, but Qing Cang didn't hear a word. Abortion, fainting on the roadside, injuries—these phrases kept swirling in his mind, rolling over and over. He then punched the wall with force. Last night, he should have taken her away; how could he leave her to face everything alone? Damn it, damn it! Under his very eyes, she had suffered such serious harm.
Seeing the furious Qing Cang, the old Head Nurse quickly fell silent, not daring to say another word. She then handed the consent form to Qing Cang. "Sign here!"
"Is it really impossible to save the baby?"
"Why ask now when it’s too late? Is there any point in asking if the baby can be saved at this stage?"
Qing Cang trembled as he took the pen from the Head Nurse's hand and signed his name on the consent form. Soon after, Shen Qingyou was pushed into the operating room.
The lights in the operating room turned on, and Qing Cang sat outside with his hands on his head. His phone rang repeatedly, but he ignored it. He knew it was time for their weekly meeting, but right now he couldn't care less about anything else. All he hoped for was that the woman inside would wake up soon—wake up soon!
"Doctor Zhang, will this woman really never be able to get pregnant again?" Inside the operating room, another young doctor looked at the older doctor holding the scalpel. The woman on the operating table was as pale as a sheet of paper. Seeing her numerous injuries made one feel so heartbroken. The child was gone; did she even lose her right to be a mother? Sympathy for a fellow woman filled the air.
"Li, just try your best; her chances of getting pregnant in the future are basically zero!" Those words pronounced Shen Qingyou's "death sentence." However, she remained unconscious and unaware; she was simply deep in sleep, where there were no tears, no arguments, no sorrow...
The lights in the operating room went out, and Qing Cang rushed over immediately. "Doctor, how is she? How is she?"
"You can come to my office later for specifics!" The older doctor said this before leaving with the nurses pushing the gurney. Qing Cang hurriedly followed behind. Her face was frighteningly pale; there were bruises everywhere—on her lips, arms, neck—how much suffering had she endured? That damned man would surely pay a heavy price for this.
In the doctor's office, Qing Cang waited anxiously like an unsettled child for the doctor's verdict. "Your wife may never be able to get pregnant again!"
"Ah?" Qing Cang seemed to not have heard clearly, looking at the doctor with confusion, as if asking what she just said.
"I’m afraid she might be infertile for life!"
The doctor repeated impatiently, "I really don't understand how you husbands think. Didn't you know she was pregnant? You had a fight yesterday, didn't you? Did you hurt her?"
Under the doctor's scrutinizing gaze, Qing Cang gradually lowered his head, as if he were the one who had made a mistake and should accept this moral condemnation.
"Be nicer to her in the future, don’t hurt her again!" The doctor stood up and said to Qing Cang earnestly, "Losing a child is far more devastating for a woman than being infertile for life! Go see her; she should be awake now!"
Qing Cang didn’t know how he walked out of the doctor's office. At the door of the ward, he hesitated for a long time, not even knowing how to face the woman lying inside.
Just when he adjusted his breathing several times and finally gathered the courage to push open the ward door, he saw Shen Qingyou had already changed out of her patient gown and into her clothes. Her gaze merely brushed over the extremely anxious face of Qing Cang before she silently began packing her things into her bag. "What are you doing? Don't you know you just had surgery?"
Qing Cang blocked Shen Qingyou as she walked towards the door. Did this woman not care about herself at all?
"Don't you know today is my dad's surgery?"
With a calm retort, Qing Cang helplessly let his outstretched arms drop. Today was indeed the day of her father's surgery.
As Shen Qingyou walked out, the morning mist had just dissipated. Taking a deep breath, she pulled at the collar of her trench coat. Even though it was already March, it still felt a bit chilly.
Qing Cang quietly followed behind her. Several times he opened his mouth but still let his eyelids fall in silence. He really didn’t know what to say!
From the ward to the hospital entrance, a short distance of just a few dozen meters felt unusually heavy for Qing Cang. He was even afraid that Shen Qingyou would turn around at this moment and ask him with her somewhat proud eyes what was wrong with her.
"Where is the car? His car?"
At the entrance of the Emergency Building, Qing Cang could no longer find any trace of his Jeep. Watching Shen Qingyou walk towards the hospital exit in a daze, his expression darkened immediately. He then took out his phone, dialed a number, and spoke in an almost commanding tone to the person on the other end, "Dean Li, I'm at your hospital's Emergency Building. Bring your car over!"
Before long, a black Audi slowly stopped in front of Qing Cang. A middle-aged man in his forties stepped out and respectfully handed the keys to Qing Cang, then watched as the car disappeared from sight.
"Get in the car!"
Qing Cang forcefully pulled Shen Qingyou into the vehicle. Noticing her distant expression towards him, he chuckled lightly, "Were you scared last night?"
Shen Qingyou turned her face and stared blankly at him, while Qing Cang no longer looked at her. He focused intently on the steering wheel as they navigated through the bustling traffic. The music flowed softly in the background, creating a comfortable atmosphere that made one want to forget last night and this morning.
Shen Qingyou pressed her head against the cold window, overwhelmed by endless sadness. She longed to recall the source of the calamities that had befallen her in recent days; however, all that remained in her memory were fragmented pieces.
She thought to herself with a hint of melancholy that it was just a week ago. The so-called forgetting was merely a helpless self-deception.
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