The moment she pushed the door open, she smelled a strong smell of blood.

There was a woman lying on the operating room, with a pair of frightened eyes under her long messy hair, holding her stomach and saying to the medical staff around her.

"Save my child, save him, please......"

Han Yi's gaze lowered again, and she kept looking at the patient's slightly bulging abdomen.

The doctors and nurses around are busy.

Gradually, her gaze began to wander.

The woman in the hospital bed seemed to have become herself......

She couldn't remember, she didn't know if it was four months pregnant, or five months, or six months, she couldn't remember, it was a very dark time.

When she divorced Gong Tingxuan, her mood was very depressed, so she didn't tell him that she was pregnant.

After leaving the palace house, she hid in a sad corner alone, unable to cheer up.

However, the reaction to morning sickness tormented her from time to time.

At that time, Han Yimo's illness was also in an advanced stage, and he gradually couldn't bear it.

There is no way for her to give birth to a child while taking care of Han Yimo, who is seriously ill.

During that time, she was in pain...... After much deliberation, she decided to get rid of the child.

The main reason is the disappointment of Gong Tingxuan and the disappointment of marriage.

She has not been pregnant for long, and the medical abortion is still preferred.

This was not a difficult thing for her, she could easily find out the recipe of the herbs through the medical book, and prescribe a pair of abortion medicine for herself.

After decocting the medicinal soup, she was fully prepared.

She touched her belly, stroked the child, and felt the child's fear.

She held the medicine bowl and looked at the black-brown medicine, her hands trembling all the time.

Eventually, however, the medicine bowl in her hand fell to the ground and shattered.

She couldn't be ruthless, she couldn't kill her own flesh and blood with her own hands......

As time goes by, the baby in the womb grows like a weed.

Every time she sees someone else's child, she caresses her belly, and she fantasizes about her belly, the appearance of that little baby.

Is TA a boy or a girl, looks like her or like Gong Tingxuan?

What should I name him in the future?

As time went by, she was unconsciously fantasizing about the child's future.

Mother and son are connected by flesh and blood, the child grows up day by day, and she can't bear him day by day.

However, during that time, Han Yimo's condition deteriorated and he eventually died.

She was grief-stricken......

For that long period of time, her whole body was immersed in a sea of grief, and she let herself go on without eating or sleeping.

At this time, she also forgot about the existence of the child.

On that day, the night was very dark, and I couldn't see my fingers.

When she woke up, she found herself lying in the operating room.

One was wearing a mask and looking at her with a pair of cold eyes.

She saw blood, everywhere, stinging her eyes alive.

That's when she remembered the child's existence.

"My child, my child! You killed my child......"

"The stillborn child has been taken out of your womb, and it was you who killed him, not our ......"

The doctor brought over a medical tray with a bloody patch of flesh soaked in the tray.

"This is your child, and you killed him yourself."

The doctor forced the mass of flesh into her hands.

"Don't, don't, don't......" she screamed uncontrollably.