Chapter 1: Fate has not arrived
The sun is scorching.
Meng Fanxing walked in the scorching sun with weak steps.
She was covered in the scorching sun, but she still felt cold and piercing, and her mind kept echoing what the doctor had told her.
She woke up in the hospital half an hour ago, with the pungent smell of disinfectant water in her nose.
The young male doctor standing at the bedside was looking down at her examination report.
"Doctor, what's wrong with me?"
She has been feeling nauseous and has a headache lately, but she can't say what makes her feel bad.
I had just fainted on the side of the road and was taken to the hospital by a good Samaritan.
Inside the examination room.
The young male doctor glanced at her on the medical report, and then looked at her indifferently, speaking neither fast nor slow, but with a sense of oppression.
"You're in good health, there's nothing wrong with you."
"Then how could I ......?"
Before she could finish speaking, she was interrupted by the doctor.
The doctor's eyebrows were twisted higher, his face was slightly gloomy, and he roared sternly: "Didn't anyone tell you that generally speaking, you can't take contraceptive pills more than three times a year, if you take too many contraceptive pills, menstrual disorders will occur, and if it is serious, it will affect fertility!" What do you think of your body? ”
"You young people, you're just fooling around!"
Meng Fanxing's face suddenly turned pale, and his eyes widened.
"Birth control pills? Never have I ever taken birth control pills! She remembered it well: "Doctor, are you mistaken?" ”
"Are you doubting my ability to work?" The doctor shook in front of her with the pathology report, and his tone was unpleasant: "Could it be that the examination report will be wrong?" There is nothing wrong with this report. ”
His eyes looked at Meng Fanxing a little strangely.
After sending Meng Fanxing away in a few words, the doctor went to see the other patients.
Meng Fanxing's face turned pale, and he walked out of the hospital in despair.
As she sat in the dance studio, she was still thinking about when she took the birth control pill.
There has never been such a thing in the house.
Meng Fanxing is not stupid, nor is he stupid, but he is unwilling to let himself think deeply.
Every time Shang Lu was at home, he would stare at her and drink milk.
After living together for so long, now Meng Fanxing recalled the details of their life together, and even felt a chill in his back......
She had heard that Shang Lu had a girl she liked, and then broke up, and she had a relationship with Shang Lu in an accident, and Shang's grandfather had been forcing him to marry when he was old, so Shang Lu proposed to herself, and she agreed.
has been married for a year, because Shang Lu is usually busy with work, the two of them got a marriage certificate at that time, and they didn't even hold a wedding, and then Shang Lu went on a business trip.
There are not many opportunities for the two to meet after marriage.
At the beginning, she and Shang Lu had taken measures.
But later, the family urged them to have a child quickly, and then Shang Lu didn't take any measures.
Meng Fanxing would take a test strip every month, but there was no result.
Shang Lu also comforted himself and said, "Having a child also depends on fate, maybe fate has not arrived." ”
The weather in Xiangcheng in early autumn is changeable, and it will be cloudy for a while, and the cold wind outside the window blows in, carrying a thin rain to wrap her body, making her feel like falling into an ice cellar.
After Su Yin finished her work, she pushed open the door of the studio and came in, saw her sweating prostration, and handed her a glass of warm water.
"What's wrong? Not happy? He looked at her with envy, "Shang Lu called you just now and you didn't receive it, I answered it for you, I told him that you are practicing dance, and you should be in the studio at this time." ”
As soon as Su Yin's words fell, the door of the dance room was pushed open, and a tall figure of a man appeared with the cold wind.