2701: Gestone

Gestone

Mu Yancheng was struck dumb for a while before he reacted with a start, putting on a chagrin smile. "I… I am!"1

"Do you still want the baby?" asked the doctor again.

"Why do you ask that?"

"If you don't want that child, get rid of it as soon as possible while the fetus is still young. If you want it, then take good care of your wife and child!"

"Stop beating around the bush!" He could not stand it anymore. "The lives of the adult and child have to be saved no matter what the situation is; you haven't answered my question! How is she—is she okay?"

The doctor sighed. "The current situation isn't the worst. We managed to save the child in time, but the next steps depend on the situation. Her body is weak, and though the fetus has been preserved for the time being, the baby will eventually be aborted if her constitution continues to deteriorate. There are signs of early miscarriage, which spell trouble."

"Signs of early miscarriage…"

Yes, that's right.

His henchmen did report a similar situation to him before.

She had almost had a miscarriage.

Chu He asked nervously, "Both the adult and the child were saved, right?"

The doctor nodded. "Their lives are safe for now. We don't dare to guarantee the safety of the fetus, though. If her body fails to keep up, I'm afraid that the baby's life will be put at risk."

"Is she awake now?"

"Eh, she has regained consciousness. You'd better complete the admission procedure; we'll transfer her to the ward soon."

Mu Yancheng was just about to walk away when Chu He stopped him and advised, "You go and take a look at her first. You're not as familiar as me with this place, so let me settle the admission paperwork, instead."

"…Alright."

The man dashed into the emergency room without further ado.

On the hospital bed, Meng Qingxue slowly came around while a nurse gave her a gestrone jab and then a shot of progesterone. The woman stiffened in pain as tears streamed down her face.

She was not one who could take pain well.

The progesterone shot was bearable but this time around, it was given with injectable chorionic gonadotropin. The use of sterile injection water was painful and excruciating.

Worse still, it seemed that she might need to get an injection every day, depending on her condition.

Progesterone injections could be so painful!

She vividly recalled a piece of news she had heard when she was still in modeling. There was a model who became a mistress of a rich man, and she managed to squeeze out his former spouse to marry him eventually, but she was already forty years old when she became pregnant. She was considered a pregnant woman at high risk, with a history of three miscarriages.

In fact, at her age, getting pregnant was a risky business, but marrying into a rich family meant that the clan had high expectations of her bringing them offspring. It was not easy for her to hitch a rich man as a model; hence, she needed to prove her worth with a child!

In order to keep the fourth baby, she was bedridden for 142 days and received more than three hundred injections before she finally gave birth to a child.

It was said that injections, which went beyond three hundred shots, were very painful.

She had scoffed at this initially, but now that she was getting the jab herself, she could truly feel the extent of pain.

The thought of going through this kind of torture every day made her feel despondent.

When she came to her senses, a thought struck her at once. She sat up violently and made a move to get out of bed. When the nurse saw what she was doing, she promptly rushed to stop her.

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