Chapter 297 Visiting Zheng Yue
On the third day when there was no news from Zheng Yue, Murong Qiao received a call from an unfamiliar number.
"Qiao Qiao, I'm in the hospital..." The phone connected, it was Zheng Yue's voice.
Her voice sounded extremely weak, making Murong Qiao frown.
Zheng Yue's state sounded very strange, her tone was clearly calm, but it made Murong Qiao keenly aware of something different from before.
She got up to get her coat, "Which hospital are you in?"
Zheng Yue said an address, and Murong Qiao took a taxi decisively and rushed over.
She never thought that Zheng Yue would go to the hospital. Murong Qiao frowned and thought about it, secretly guessing what happened during the two days when Nankang was looking for Zheng Yue.
The drive to the hospital is not far away, Murong Qiao only took fifteen minutes to arrive at the place Zheng Yue said.
She searched for the rooms on the floor, and then pushed open a door.
"Zheng Yue." Murong Qiao's voice rarely hesitated.
Because the bandaged man in front of her was far from the Zheng Yue she remembered.
It is not an exaggeration to say that she is a mummy. Zheng Yue is sitting on the bed half-reclining, wearing a striped hospital gown, her face is as pale as a dead person, if it is not for the equipment next to her to show her physical condition, she can even make people die. Give an illusion of no longer breathing.
"You're here." Zheng Yue's eyes were blank.
It was only a few days, but to her, it seemed like a century.
Zheng Yue raised her head to look at Murong Qiao, and smiled softly, but the expression on her face was indescribably bleak.
Murong Qiao walked slowly to her side, "Why are you hurt?"
The accident in her words was not feigned, but from the heart.
Although there is no injury report yet, Murong Qiao can roughly imagine Zheng Yue's appearance.
Nankang is really ruthless.
She sighed in her heart, and then sat next to Zheng Yue with concern.
"I..." Zheng Yue opened her mouth.
She wanted to say something, but she didn't know where to start.
Zheng Yue raised her hand and touched the wound on her face. Although she no longer had physical pain and her body was gradually improving, a big hole was stabbed in her heart.
The hole leaked the wind, leaving her empty and cold.
Murong Qiao didn't make a sound, but waited patiently for her to speak.
"I, my child is gone." Zheng Yue took a deep breath. "I was taken to the hospital yesterday for surgery."
She slowly clenched her hands, "My uterus was also removed."
Zheng Yue spoke the truth tremblingly.
She didn't tell Murong Qiao what happened between herself and Nankang, but even so, Zheng Yue, who was forced to look back at the facts again, felt anxious and hurt.
She couldn't help thinking of Nankang, thinking of his determination that he didn't look back at that time, and gradually disappeared from her vision.
Because of his coldness and inaction at the time, he lost the ability to have children forever.
Every time Zheng Yue thinks of this, she can hardly suppress the pain in her heart.
She originally thought that Nankang was a good man who would allow her to marry him regardless of her age.
But the cold facts turned into countless slaps, which slammed on her face like a torrential rain, making her face red and swollen, her brain buzzing and speechless.
Nankang is not a good thing, so he let himself wait to die in the deep mountains and old forests, and he chose to walk away. He didn't even care about himself after entering the hospital. There was no phone message, and no one was seen. The attitude of asking made the last bit of heat in Zheng Yue's heart completely cool down.
"In short, take care of your body first." Murong Qiao comforted her.
Although she expected that Nankang's attitude towards Zheng Yue would not be too kind, she never thought that the two of them would quarrel so fiercely.
She put some of the supplements and fruits she brought on the table next to her, and she couldn't express how she felt about Zheng Yue's encounter.
She stuffed the food into Zheng Yue's palm, "Get well soon is more important than anything else."
Murong Qiao calmed her down, but her mind couldn't help thinking of her mother.
Zheng Yue is now pregnant with a child for seven months, and Nankang is so determined to get rid of it...
I'm afraid he didn't treat his mother Murong Yan much better.
Zheng Yue hummed lightly, "I understand."
She habitually touched her stomach, but it was only empty.
"You can see how I am now..." Zheng Yue said about her injuries. "School and work—"
She shrank back, not commenting on the wounds all over her body.
Zheng Yue knew that she was not a celestial beauty, and now being unable to have children is considered a defect, and the wounds on her body made her want to escape even more.
Murong Qiao interrupted her, "Don't be discouraged, medical beauty is so advanced now, it will definitely be able to repair your scars."
She stretched out her hand and patted Zheng Yue's back, only to find that her body trembled when she spoke.
Murong Qiao didn't look at it on purpose, but his eyes fell on the wound on Zheng Yue's face, and the skin disease on the neck where the collar was exposed. There were all large and small scratches, and after the scars formed, it was so red. Fear, as if there are several centipedes crawling around on the person.
"Where did I get so much money?" Zheng Yue pursed her lips.
Her gloomy eyes fell on the snow-white sheets under her body, and she felt uncomfortable when she said these words.
She admitted that saying this was a bit deliberate.
Zheng Yue hides her own selfishness, and even at this moment she never forgets to be pitiful, trying to make Murong Qiao sympathize with herself.
Murong Qiao's eyes flickered, "Why don't I lend it to you?"
She spoke very easily, as simple as blowing away a feather, and her light tone made Zheng Yue jealous.
Zheng Yue thought that what she just said was pitiful, but Murong Qiao just followed her words to lead people on the path she planned.
"Really?" Zheng Yue raised her head abruptly.
It is not a small amount of money to repair and remove scars in medical beauty. It is not comparable to the money that Zheng Yue borrowed from Murong Qiao before, not to mention that there are so many scars all over his body.
Although she was jealous of Murong Qiao's generosity in spending money without blinking an eye, Zheng Yue was inevitably moved when she heard that she was willing to borrow money to repair her scars.
No girl wants to live with scars all over her body.
Murong Qiao nodded firmly, "Of course."
Of course she will help Zheng Yue fix it. If not, how can we see more exciting scenes between Zheng Yue and Nankang?
So after Murong Qiao made the promise, he searched several famous medical beauty institutions directly with his mobile phone, and started to discuss with Zheng Yue in front of Zheng Yue.
"You can plan to repair it after you take care of your body." She arranged in an orderly manner.
Zheng Yue's originally confused and empty heart was gradually filled by every word Murong Qiao said.
The brilliance appeared in her eyes again, and she stopped paying attention and emotions to her body, but focused on listening to Murong Qiao's speech.
"Anyway, you can rest assured, don't be so decadent, go out and move more." Murong Qiao advised her.
Now is the time when Zheng Yue needs company most, so Murong Qiao naturally wants to seize this opportunity.
The corners of Zheng Yue's mouth curled up slightly, "Yes."
If someone else said these words, Zheng Yue wouldn't believe it at all.
But no matter how unbelievable words came out of Murong Qiao's mouth, Zheng Yue believed them ten thousand times.
She figured it out, took out a small jar of freshly sealed bird's nest from the tonic next to it, and ate it slowly.
(end of this chapter)