novelraw Chapter 243: Mrs. Mu may have some difficulty getting pregnant in the future.
Chapter 243: Mrs. Mu may have some difficulty getting pregnant in the future.
After she finished speaking, there was no response, not even a syllable.The other person’s gaze was too cold and fierce, as if the chill from the river had not yet dissipated. Even without uttering a word, the hostility and indifference only increased.
Under such a gaze, she couldn’t hold on for even half a minute. When nervous, she would unconsciously adjust her glasses, swallow, and offer a cliché but powerless comfort, "As long as we take good care, there is still a possibility."
Mu Jin Huan’s half face was hidden in the shadows, his dark eyes swirling with a darkness that seemed ready to devour everything, but when the storm passed, what remained was tranquility.
His voice was low yet firm, "Apart from you and me, I don’t want a third person to know, including my wife."
The doctor understood what he meant, "Alright, I understand."
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In a daze, Nan Wan seemed to have had a bizarre dream, long and complex.
Memories from the past twenty years surfaced, chaotic and fleeting, much like when one is dying, and people start recalling various aspects of their life.
There was Lu Li, who threw candy into her room from the tree branches, teenage Shen Zhimei with her youthful exuberance, her third brother who always protected her and said he would take care of her for life even if she couldn’t find someone she liked, and Xu Moyi, who was erratic yet sincerely kind to her.
Also, her loving and gentle grandmother, Nan Chengzhi who never fulfilled his paternal responsibilities, Jiang Xiaoman and Nan Huaiyu who destroyed her family, and... her mother.
Yet, after peeling away the layers of mist, what remained was only the image of that one person.
Like scattered light and shadow, but his face was unmistakably clear.
When people do wrong, retribution will inevitably come, sometimes sooner, sometimes later, but it will come.
Perhaps it was her first time, so retribution came quickly.
Many times in the past, she had wanted to end it all, but at the moment of true death, she found herself afraid.
Afraid of not meeting him in the next life, not meeting... a man named ’Mu Jin Huan’, who gave her home, who gave her warmth.
Her eyelids were heavy, her vision blurred, the whiteness of the room was dazzling, and after several attempts, she barely managed to open her eyes.
The faint scent of disinfectant in the air slowly cleared her muddled thoughts, the suffocating feeling before losing consciousness seemed yet to fade.
She seemed to remember seeing him in the icy, bone-chilling river water, was it an illusion or reality?
"Where are you uncomfortable?"
A low voice sounded in her ear.
Accompanying it was the man’s familiar smell, a mix of tobacco and crisp mint.
The blurred vision gradually faded, like a slow-motion scene in a movie, the man’s sculpted features slowly becoming clear.
Her throat dry, her voice hoarse, "...my head hurts a little."
It turned out that seeing him before she suffocated was real.
Mu Jin Huan poured a cup of hot water, adjusted the temperature, walked to the bedside, slightly raised the head of the bed, his gaze was unprecedentedly gentle, "You are still feverish, so it will hurt a bit."
Nan Wan was propped up by him, leaning on the pillow he raised, her gaze touching his stubbled chin, the tiredness on his features, and... the bloodshot in his deep eyes.
The ward was lit, the light outside the window was not very bright, even somewhat dim.
Although her mind was a mess and she didn’t know the time, she could roughly tell it was the next evening.
She moistened her dry lips and said softly, "I’m sorry for worrying you."
Mu Jin Huan sat on the chair by the bed, the emotion in his dark eyes not leaking at all, looking at her weak face, he asked in a deep, low voice, "Have you thought about the consequences if I had returned one minute later?"
When he pulled the barely breathing Nan Wan out of the water, there was only one voice in his mind: if something happened to her, how would he endure the long and lonely years ahead?
No one knew, in those few short minutes, how afraid Mu Jin Huan, who always hid his emotions of calmness and indifference deeply, was.
Yes, afraid, unfamiliar, never before.
Nan Wan’s throat was very uncomfortable, so she drank a couple of sips of the warm water brought to her lips by the man, her gaze constantly on him.
The dryness in her throat eased a bit, so her speech was not as difficult as before, but still weak, "I knew that child, and I didn’t think too much at the time."
She is a doctor, unable to turn a blind eye.
Mu Jin Huan placed the cup on the table, his dry warm palm caressing the abnormal redness of her feverish cheeks, his fingertips slowly stroking her skin, his resonant voice laced with countless emotions, "Did you think about me?"