The doctor pointed inside and told Mandy to lie down and check on the situation.

Strip off, climb onto the exam table, lie on your legs, fold your hands on your stomach, and stay relaxed as you wait for the doctor to come in with gloves on.

Manti waited quietly, closed his eyes, and recalled that he had been lying on the operating table like this before, a small life had been lost from his stomach, and the moment it slid out of the mother's body, he could clearly hear the child's cry.

Thinking of this, a tear slipped from the corner of her eye, for the departure of her first child, Manti had already shed a lot of tears, and the tears shed since then are all because she can no longer have children.

If you kill a child, you will be sentenced by God to a cruel punishment, is that the first child a god in the sky? He angered the gods and deserved to be punished.

"Wow-"

There was a baby's cry in the hallway, and Mandy turned her head excitedly to look, and her ass moved a little to follow, and she was scolded by the doctor:

"Don't move, I'm not good at it."

"I'm sorry, doctor, I heard the kids crying outside."

Mantido wished it was her own child, she now regretted why she killed her first child, even if the man refused to raise it, what if she was born, were she afraid that she would not be able to support herself?

At that time, she tossed and turned in the hospital for a long time to induce the baby to give birth, and she was too weak to do it herself, but if she had a little strength, she would hug this poor child and kiss my little baby who was not blessed with life, so that your anger would melt away some?

The cold potion was smeared back and forth on his body, and the cotton ball with clean water simply cleaned the skin, and the cold and hard instruments quickly invaded, and Manti couldn't help but shudder, this doctor's technique is really heavy,

"Okay, don't move, it's a little uncomfortable, bear with me."

The doctor gently persuaded Manti and examined her carefully. Manti couldn't see the doctor's face, only her head was moving, and she was examining it very seriously, which meant that something was wrong. Manti felt her palms heat up, tensed up, and clamped her legs.

"Relax, it'll be fine soon."

Manti's slightest movement would be magnified on the examination table, and as soon as she clamped her leg slightly, the doctor spoke, which made Manti a little embarrassed. It's not that I can't stand the discomfort of the examination, but I'm afraid that the doctor will see something, say something, splash myself with cold water, and suffer in vain.

"It's a little cold."

"I know, it's almost ready."

The doctor also felt that the room was cold, it was late autumn, and there was a cool breeze on the walls, and the patient was lying on the bed with his body open, enduring the cold instruments and the invasion of the cold wind, and he really couldn't stand it.

"Alright."

The doctor pulled out his tools, and the cold iron was hot. Manti was about to sit up when he heard the doctor shout:

"Don't get up yet, not yet."

"Not yet?"

Manti had no choice but to lie down again, and this time the doctor stood up, knocking and pressing on her stomach, checking the condition of her uterus and so on. Manti inhales and exhales as the doctor inhales.

"Alright, get up."

Finally the long inspection is over. The doctor walked outside, opened the medical record and began to write. Manti sat up and slowly pulled her legs together, only to find that both legs were almost numb, and her feet were cold from the wind.

By the time Manti got dressed and came to the doctor, the doctor had already written the medical records. Manti sat down in the chair in front of the doctor, and as soon as he sat down, he felt a pain, frowned, squeezed out a smile, and asked the doctor:

"How?"

"Wait until I'm done first."

The doctor didn't even lift his eyelids, he still "brushed and brushed" and wrote hard, and the words he wrote were like books from heaven, and Manti's eyes were dazzled. The doctor wrote it.

"Miss Yang, your situation is no longer suitable for pregnancy."

Manti's eyes widened, and she was speechless for a moment.

The doctor lifted his glasses and confirmed Dr. Huang's judgment that it was really impossible for Miss Yang in front of her to get pregnant, even if she was barely pregnant, it was impossible to conceive smoothly to term. Her womb was a cold tomb, in which the body of a child had already lived, and it was already doomed.

The cold wind whirred on the window lattice, as if protesting, as if saying a few words of justice for Manti, who was so hurt that he couldn't speak. Manti lowered her head and said like a dream:

"Doctor, is there really no hope at all?"

The doctor looked at her sympathetically and twisted in her direction. At this moment, the doctor seemed to have taken off his white robe, revealing an original woman under the white robe, and put a heart close to Manti.

"Miss Yang, if you really want to try again, then try to use the methods of traditional Chinese medicine to recuperate, and when your body is well conditioned, there may be hope."

Manti smiled bitterly and looked at the doctor, the originally beautiful and domineering eyes had lost their luster at the moment, like the eyes of a dead fish, which was a portrayal of her heart.

"I don't know how much Chinese medicine I eat, what medicinal baths, what conditioning, all of them are ineffective."

"It's not a day to freeze three feet, right, hold on for a while."

The doctor persuaded softly, and Manti frowned and complained:

"If you get these weird troubles every day, if it's useless, don't get it!"

"How can it be useless, health care is also needed, medicine supplements are troublesome, food supplements take a look."

"Food?"

Manti tugged and nodded—that's a good idea!

Saying goodbye to the doctor and walking out of the hospital, Manti felt for her bag, which contained a thin piece of paper full of the doctor's dietary supplements. Manti felt satisfied, as if the paper would bring her a child.

On the mahogany table, there are nine dishes lined up one by one, including steamed sea bass, braised pork with secret recipe, and chicken feet with garlic...... All kinds of colors, colors and fragrances are very attractive.

Manti sat on a soft brown chair with her high heels and crossed her legs, waiting for the maid to bring her soup. The maid carefully brought it to the table and laid down the small bowl and spoon. It's just a small cup of pigeon herbal soup, and Manti is used as an elixir. She gently lifted the white porcelain lid, and her white and tender fingers were about to merge with the white porcelain lid, and these hands were really enviable.

"Well, this soup is good today, it's quite fragrant."

Manti lowered the lid, sniffed it up, closed her eyes slightly and reveled in it, white smoke curled up, deftly burrowing into her nose and teasing her sense of smell. Manti picked up a small spoon and stirred the soup a few times, stirring the oil ring to make the soup more delicious.

Although the lid cup is small, it contains a whole small pigeon, the Chinese medicine pole is spread at the bottom of the cup, and the wolfberry floats on the soup noodles. This small cup of soup is really a lot of ingredients, and the nutrition must be good - Fujian people really know how to eat it, Manti secretly spoke in his heart, and scooped a spoon to taste.

The maids leaned slightly, waiting for their master's reaction. This master's taste is not easy to adjust, and it is not easy to serve. Sure enough, as soon as Manti took a small sip, as soon as the soup touched his tongue, his face was distorted, and he spit out all the mouthfuls of the cup, wiped his mouth with a handkerchief, and scolded:

"What the hell is this, it's so unpalatable, do you want to disgust me?"

Manti slapped the table angrily and yelled "Take it!" Take! The maid hastened up and removed the cup, and the cook was called, and listened to the master's counts with trembling.

"Madam, the soup is not delicious, let's eat something else, so many dishes."

The housekeeper's mother-in-law stood up and said this for the cook, there are so many dishes on the table, the host only picks one or two things to eat each time, and the others move a few chopsticks, eating what suits the taste, can't you stop it, and count it endlessly?

Manti glanced at the cook, stretched out his chopsticks to pick up a piece of fish to taste, spit it out again, "snapped", and the whole dish was overturned with one chopstick, shaking his head and scolding the cook, and a pair of golden earrings started a swing frame.

"What did you do, the fish is dead, the meat is rotten, you bring it to me to eat?"

The cook didn't say a word, he did use dead fish to fool the master, dead fish is more than half cheaper than live fish, I thought I could coax it, but I didn't expect it to be eaten by the master. The housekeeper hurriedly persuaded Manti to try something else, something else was delicious, Manti asked the maid to bring the plate of braised pork, only poked it with chopsticks, and "snapped" and knocked over the plate of meat.

"What's the matter with this meat, it's so hard, can't it be stewed?"

"Yes, yes."

The cook's chicken pecks the rice and generally nods a few times to ensure that he will pay attention to it next time. Manti looked at him with disgust, and then looked at the table where there was nothing to eat, and even the hunger was angry, and his stomach cramped. The housekeeper's mother-in-law asked the cook to bring a bowl of beef noodles, the noodles should be gluten, and the beef slices should be thinner.

The cook answered and hurried down, and the housekeeper's wife advised Manti not to be too angry, because her eyes were bulging and she didn't look good. Manti shook the hand of the fan for a moment, and said with a smile:

"Sister Zhu, I'm not angry."

"What's the matter, so angry?"

Dalin walked into the house, took off his white silk hat, handed it to the maid along with his cane, strode over, and saw the two dishes on the table, and the red thick juice dripped on the table, and frowned: This woman, who didn't care for three days, went to the room to uncover the tiles, and became more and more stinky and angry.

Seeing that it was him, Manti only raised his eyelids slightly, ignoring her, shaking her little fan. Dalin walked up to her, leaned down, put his hand gently on her shoulder, and coaxed her softly:

"It's still angry, the fan in the winter, the fire will burn the head!"

Manti cares about the pile of "grass" on her head, and she doesn't put a lot of effort into it, baby. When combing his hair this morning, he was accidentally torn off by the maid's clumsy hand, and he was about to use a hairpin to prick someone's little face. "The old fellow.

"Smack!"

Manti coquettishly slapped Da Lin's cheek with a fan, and blamed him:

"What are you talking about, who has a fire on their head? Weird. ”

"Hee-hee!"

Dalin touched his cheek, and the beauty fan was slapped, soft and crispy, and it still lingered......