Did Si Bao really come here?
So many years have passed, and they still don't know what happened back then. Was Jiang Feifei's word truly trustworthy?
"Alright, whatever you say goes. I'll listen to you," Di Mingjue agreed.
Ye Ziyu looked at the IV drip bag hanging by the headboard and reached out to remove the needle from her hand.
"I'll go call the doctor," Di Mingjue said, seeing the needle still attached. He turned to leave.
"Mingjue, I'm feeling much better. I don't want to continue the IV drip," Ye Ziyu said.
She knew a bit of traditional Chinese medicine and understood that infusing too much Western medicine into the body wasn't very helpful.
Di Mingjue looked at her pale, gaunt face and insisted on calling the doctor. "I'll go ask the doctor."
Seeing him leave completely, Ye Ziyu felt that something was not quite right. Was she really just fainted from being too scared?
Looking up at the IV drip bag, she squinted and reached out to take it down. Twisting the bottle in her fingers, she examined the contents one by one.
Wrong! The fluid was not a sedative.
Ye Ziyu got off the bed. As she took a step, her legs pulled with pain. She looked down at her lower body and lifted her pant leg, revealing her legs. There were no marks on them. Taking another step forward, the pulling pain between her legs made Ye Ziyu instinctively look at her private area.
The physical discomfort intensified her suspicions. Ye Ziyu, leaning on the wall, walked out of the ward. She crossed paths with nurses and patients' families in the hallway and made her way to the doctor's office.
Just as she was about to open the door, voices from inside made her retract her hand.
"Doctor, she has woken up. Does she still need IV treatment?"
"She still needs some nutritional fluid for now. The patient is very weak, and with the cause of the miscarriage, her body has suffered a depletion. During this period, we need to conduct another examination to prevent any abnormalities in the uterus."
"Okay, then for the entire treatment process, please do not tell her the reason. Just say she was frightened. I don't want her to know that the fetus has died in her womb."
As Di Mingjue finished speaking, the door behind him was pushed open forcefully.
He and the doctor turned around simultaneously. Ye Ziyu, pale-faced, leaned against the doorframe, looking at them with disbelief.
"What did you just say? I was pregnant?" Ye Ziyu carefully caressed her lower abdomen with both hands.
Di Mingjue rushed forward to support her frail body. "Let me explain."
Her arm was forcefully shaken off. Ye Ziyu pointed at her stomach and questioned, "Just tell me, is there a child in my stomach or not!"
"No," Di Mingjue said sadly. "The child has already been removed."
Upon hearing this, Ye Ziyu's hands moved back and forth over her abdomen. "It's gone. Like Si Bao, they've left."
"Ziyu!" Di Mingjue quickly caught Ye Ziyu as she fainted.
The doctor hurried over from his seat. "Quick, get the patient back into bed."
Di Mingjue's mind was in turmoil. He looked at the grief-stricken Ye Ziyu, and his eyes involuntarily welled up with tears.
Ten minutes later, the doctor removed his mask and gloves and approached Di Mingjue. "You've seen the patient's condition. She cannot be frightened again for now. Repeated frights can cause psychological problems. Spend more time with her, offer guidance, or divert her attention. Don't let her dwell too much on sad things."
"And how long until she wakes up?" Di Mingjue looked at Ye Ziyu on the hospital bed.
The doctor paused for a moment. "It's hard to say for now. How she wakes up depends on her own will. If she doesn't wake up within twenty hours, the situation could become very troublesome."
"Twenty-four hours," Di Mingjue murmured. He took out his phone from his pocket.