The doctor hesitated and said, "Then I'll try to prescribe some mild medicine first, and you guys will try it first." However, I recommend that it is best not to use drugs, as they may cause some adverse effects on the fetus......"

Huo Jingchen's lips pursed lightly, and he was silent and silent.

He knew that if she woke up and knew that she had given her medicine, she would be angry.

But her fever did not subside.

So, what the hell is he supposed to do?

Huo Jingchen's hand hanging down at his side was clenched tightly, and his eyes were gloomy and troubled.

*

After Zhao Siqing fell into a coma, he has been dreaming in a daze.

The sporadic fragments of the past were gradually strung together, from her acquaintance with Huo Jingchen to the next ten years......

Love, hate, separation, reunion, dispersion, sorrow, joy.

Those past years that were once indistinct are gradually becoming clearer.

Zhao Siqing fell asleep for three days, waking up and sleeping, confused, but she could feel that someone had been by her side, repeatedly changing the towel for her, and wiping the joints on her body.

Occasionally, he put his cheek against her forehead to test the temperature of her body.

Zhao Siqing fell asleep for nearly three days, and occasionally woke up and his eyes were not very clear, Huo Jingchen's eyes were red, and his handsome face was particularly gloomy.

A group of doctors in white coats gathered outside the ward, discussing countermeasures.

There was no way, the eldest young master of the Huo family was powerful and asked them to come up with a way to make Zhao Siqing's fever go away without affecting the child in his belly.

After trying all kinds of methods once, Zhao Siqing, who was already very weak, finally gradually subsided from his fever.

But she was still asleep, as if she hadn't rested for a long time, and she was going to sleep until the end of the day.

Huo Jingchen had been by her side, and occasionally she could be heard whispering something.

"Qingqing... You slept for a long time. Huo Jingchen spoke in a low voice, with a hint of earnestness and uneasiness in his voice.

This afternoon.

Zhao Siqing finally opened his eyes slowly, looking at the white walls around him with some distraction.

She could feel someone holding her wrist tightly, she looked down and saw Huo Jingchen sitting on a chair, lying on the edge of the bed and falling asleep.

His brow furrowed slightly, as if he was very anxious and irritable.

The pale cyan stubble is not as careful as before, and I don't know if it hasn't been shaved for a few days.

Looking at this scene, Zhao Siqing was in a trance, and for a while he couldn't tell the difference between the past life and the present life.

She watched him lose her mind in a daze, but she couldn't help but think of the memories of her previous life.

yes, she remembered.

She has been dreaming for the past few days, and the intermittent fragments and past dreams have been completely connected unconsciously, and even the ten years of life have been like memory recovery, directly pouring into her mind, so detailed that even what happened on that day is so clear.

Even the empty heart and numb nerves are so real.

Zhao Siqing gently withdrew his wrist from his hand, turned his head to look out the window, and was extremely silent.

She finally understood why Huo Jingchen was so afraid.

In those ten years, everyone around her died because of her.

Zhao Siqing lowered her eyes slightly, remembering that Yang Jingqiu did not agree to her marriage with Huo Jingchen, and finally angered Huo Jingchen.

The relationship between her and Yang Jingqiu was not very good, and Huo Jingchen used some means to make Yang Jingqiu disappointed in her, expelled from the house, and refused to recognize her as a daughter.

After that, the Yang family's company was also in crisis and gradually declined.

Yang Jingqiu had nothing, so she only rented a small room to live alone.