went to pick up Murong Hanling, and Mattis drove out of the hospital. But Yan Ying's stubborn little face always inadvertently appeared in his mind. Although he didn't know why Yan Ying asked him to sign before, when he contacted the early pregnancy B ultrasound single, Matisse still guessed a rough idea.

"Stop quickly" Just when Matisse was thinking nonsense, he suddenly heard Murong Hanling shouting, he hurriedly parked the car on the side of the road and asked, "What's wrong?"

"The woman on the side of the road is about to give birth, and we have to take her to the hospital." As soon as the car stopped, Murong Hanling hurriedly opened the car door, wanting to help the pregnant woman who was sitting on the roadside flower bed, holding her stomach and moaning in pain.

"Wife, I got a taxi, don't be afraid, I'll take you to the hospital right away." At this moment, the pregnant woman's husband ran back sweating profusely and helped her slowly walk towards the taxi parked on the side of the road.

Seeing the pregnant woman get in the car and leave, Murong Hanling breathed a sigh of relief and sat back in the car: "It's okay, they got a taxi, let's go"

"Does it really hurt for a woman to give birth?" recalled the pregnant woman's painful expression, and Matisse had palpitations.

"Of course it hurts, more than a gun." Murong Hanling, who had no actual experience at all, said as if he had experienced it himself.

"It's not that exaggerated," Matisse had been hit by a bullet in the shoulder, and the feeling made him feel a faint pain when he thought about it now, and he couldn't help asking, "If it's an abortion, does it hurt so much?"

"If you choose a painless abortion, it shouldn't be too painful. However, miscarriage is more harmful to the body than giving birth, and if the family does not take care of it well, it is likely to end up with lifelong pain. Murong Hanling tried his best to tell Mattiskop the common sense he saw in books, "Some of them will cause lifelong infertility."

As soon as Murong Hanling's words fell, Matisse braked and parked the car on the road. If it weren't for the fact that they were taking a fork in the road and the traffic flow was not large, otherwise he would have parked so irresponsibly and would have caused a series of rear-end collisions.

"Damn, do you know how to drive" Hearing the driver's cursing from behind, Murong Hanling hurriedly patted Mattis's shoulder: "What's wrong with you?"

"It's okay," Matisse shook his head slightly, trying to warn himself not to meddle. He took a deep breath, suppressed his worries, revved his engine, and continued on his way.

By the time everything was done, it was already three hours later. Everyone made an appointment to go to dinner together. But when he arrived at the door of the restaurant, Matisse changed his mind, saying that he had something to do and wanted to deal with it immediately, and specially asked Murong Hanling what kind of food the woman had after the abortion operation.

Carrying hot hen soup and chicken porridge, Matisse asked several beautiful nurses before finding the ward where Yan Ying was staying.

Standing at the door, looking at Murong Hanling, who was pale and lying quietly on the hospital bed with his eyes closed, a deep pity rose in Matisse's heart. She is so delicate, she has to endure such torture, whether she should blame God for injustice or her own indisputability

Just as Matisse was about to walk in with his feet raised, Yan Ying's mobile phone rang. Seeing that she opened her eyes, Matisse subconsciously withdrew from the door and leaned against the wall, a little unsure of what to say when she went out.

"Mom" Yan Ying's timid voice came, "I was hospitalized with the friend you mentioned last time, I came to take care of her, I forgot to ask the head teacher for leave, I will go back to school tomorrow in Yujiang and don't use it to pick me up, she doesn't want too many people to know that she has this disease, you can rest assured, we will take care of ourselves Her mother is a family supporter, it's hard enough, I don't want her mother to be sad about her illness anymore, I will take good care of her"

Just as Yan Ying's lie was told flawlessly, and she was about to deceive her mother, a nurse pushing a medicine cart walked in: "Yan Ying, you still have to get a small needle to stop the bleeding." ”

Xu is words clearly reached Yan Ying's mother's ears, and Yan Ying hurriedly said, "Mom, I still have something to do, so I won't tell you." Then he hung up in a hurry.

During the injection, Yan Ying bit her lip and wrinkled her little face to endure the pain, which made Matisse feel distressed and a little angry. After the doctor left, Matisse strode in: "If you are so afraid of pain, why didn't you know to take safety measures in the first place?"

Seeing Matisse's astonishment, as well as his explicit words, Yan Ying was surprised and embarrassed. Yan Ying stared blankly at Matisse without speaking, and gradually, tears crept into his eyes and swirled in them.

"Don't cry, or your eyes will hurt when you get old." Yan Yingchu's pitiful appearance made Matisse's anger disappear at once, and he put the food box he was carrying on the table, "You haven't eaten yet, come, I'll help you up and eat something." ”

Watching Matisse raise the head of the bed, carefully help her sit up, and then open the food box and hand the hot porridge with an attractive fragrance to her, Yan Ying couldn't help but ask: "Why should you be good to me, you don't owe me anything." ”

"Didn't you say that I was your uncle and niece was hospitalized, and my uncle would take care of it, no" Matisse shrugged indifferently, "You don't have to thank me, I just atoned for bullying an underage girl after I was drunk." ”

"Don't worry, I'm voluntary, and I won't go to the police station to report you." Yan Ying looked up at Matisse, with vicissitudes and maturity on her green face that should not belong to her.

Matisse wanted to scold her for being young and not understanding self-love, but when the words came to his lips, he endured it, but it became: "Thank you so much"

"No need, you can go" Yan Ying turned her face and didn't want to look at Matisse again, and the tears that she had been holding back for a long time still slipped silently.

By the time everything was done, it was already three hours later. Everyone made an appointment to go to dinner together. But when he arrived at the door of the restaurant, Matisse changed his mind, saying that he had something to do and wanted to deal with it immediately, and specially asked Murong Hanling what kind of food the woman had after the abortion operation.

Carrying hot hen soup and chicken porridge, Matisse asked several beautiful nurses before finding the ward where Yan Ying was staying.

Standing at the door, looking at Murong Hanling, who was pale and lying quietly on the hospital bed with his eyes closed, a deep pity rose in Matisse's heart. She is so delicate, she has to endure such torture, whether she should blame God for injustice or her own indisputability

Just as Matisse was about to walk in with his feet raised, Yan Ying's mobile phone rang. Seeing that she opened her eyes, Matisse subconsciously withdrew from the door and leaned against the wall, a little unsure of what to say when she went out.

"Mom" Yan Ying's timid voice came, "I was hospitalized with the friend you mentioned last time, I came to take care of her, I forgot to ask the head teacher for leave, I will go back to school tomorrow in Yujiang and don't use it to pick me up, she doesn't want too many people to know that she has this disease, you can rest assured, we will take care of ourselves Her mother is a family supporter, it's hard enough, I don't want her mother to be sad about her illness anymore, I will take good care of her"

Just as Yan Ying's lie was told flawlessly, and she was about to deceive her mother, a nurse pushing a medicine cart walked in: "Yan Ying, you still have to get a small needle to stop the bleeding." ”

Xu is words clearly reached Yan Ying's mother's ears, and Yan Ying hurriedly said, "Mom, I still have something to do, so I won't tell you." Then he hung up in a hurry.

During the injection, Yan Ying bit her lip and wrinkled her little face to endure the pain, which made Matisse feel distressed and a little angry. After the doctor left, Matisse strode in: "If you are so afraid of pain, why didn't you know to take safety measures in the first place?"

Seeing Matisse's astonishment, as well as his explicit words, Yan Ying was surprised and embarrassed. Yan Ying stared blankly at Matisse without speaking, and gradually, tears crept into his eyes and swirled in them.

"Don't cry, or your eyes will hurt when you get old." Yan Yingchu's pitiful appearance made Matisse's anger disappear at once, and he put the food box he was carrying on the table, "You haven't eaten yet, come, I'll help you up and eat something." ”

Watching Matisse raise the head of the bed, carefully help her sit up, and then open the food box and hand the hot porridge with an attractive fragrance to her, Yan Ying couldn't help but ask: "Why should you be good to me, you don't owe me anything." ”

"Didn't you say that I was your uncle and niece was hospitalized, and my uncle would take care of it, no" Matisse shrugged indifferently, "You don't have to thank me, I just atoned for bullying an underage girl after I was drunk." ”

"Don't worry, I'm voluntary, and I won't go to the police station to report you." Yan Ying looked up at Matisse, with vicissitudes and maturity on her green face that should not belong to her.

Matisse wanted to scold her for being young and not understanding self-love, but when the words came to his lips, he endured it, but it became: "Thank you so much"

"No need, you can go" Yan Ying turned her face and didn't want to look at Matisse again, and the tears that she had been holding back for a long time still slipped silently.

By the time everything was done, it was already three hours later. Everyone made an appointment to go to dinner together. But when he arrived at the door of the restaurant, Matisse changed his mind, saying that he had something to do and wanted to deal with it immediately, and specially asked Murong Hanling what kind of food the woman had after the abortion operation.

Carrying hot hen soup and chicken porridge, Matisse asked several beautiful nurses before finding the ward where Yan Ying was staying.

Standing at the door, looking at Murong Hanling, who was pale and lying quietly on the hospital bed with his eyes closed, a deep pity rose in Matisse's heart. She is so delicate, she has to endure such torture, whether she should blame God for injustice or her own indisputability

Just as Matisse was about to walk in with his feet raised, Yan Ying's mobile phone rang. Seeing that she opened her eyes, Matisse subconsciously withdrew from the door and leaned against the wall, a little unsure of what to say when she went out.

"Mom" Yan Ying's timid voice came, "I was hospitalized with the friend you mentioned last time, I came to take care of her, I forgot to ask the head teacher for leave, I will go back to school tomorrow in Yujiang and don't use it to pick me up, she doesn't want too many people to know that she has this disease, you can rest assured, we will take care of ourselves Her mother is raising the family alone, it's hard enough, I don't want her mother to visit for her mobile phone again:

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