Dennis did not come in, probably resting in the study.
The next day.
I woke up with a sore throat. I'm afraid I have a cold. Insomnia can easily make resistance dropped and it seemed not without basis.
When I opened my eyes, Dennis was raising his hand to check the temperature of my forehead, and his face was sullen.
"Maybe it's a fever, it's okay!" I spoke, getting up from the bed.
He got up and poured water and medicine for me, "Take the medicine and rest for a while, if it's not good at noon, I'll come back and take you to the hospital."
I nodded, leaned back on the bed, and watched him go out.
It wasn't that easy to get the fever down, so I got my papers and took a taxi to the hospital.
The doctor was an older man.
The doctor looked at me and said, "How old is the little girl?"
"Thirty-one!"
The doctor nodded and said, "Do you have children?"
I nodded, thought about it and shook my head, he frowned slightly, "Yes or no, just nod your head."
"No!"
He frowned slightly and spoke, "But you should have given birth."
I pursed my lips and told the truth, "The fetus died in the womb, suffocating."
He frowned and said after a pause, "Girl, if you don't want to have a child, you just need a little conditioning and can barely maintain your health. If you intend to have a child, I'm afraid it's difficult. If the uterine is bleeding even if you want to keep the child, it will be easy to lose two lives, plus you are already in poor health. After the last surgery, the doctor should also have told you, the uterine wall is weak, and there is inertia, the next child may happen the same situation."
I froze violently and looked at him, puzzled, "But the last child was artificial, not ......"
He nodded, "I know, but that's exactly why, along with your age, it's hard to conceive in the first place, and even if you do, it could easily cause the same situation."
Coming out of the hospital, my mind was a little buzzed, after that surgery, all my attention was on the baby.
It never occurred to me that I would not be able to conceive because of the surgery. When the baby was in the womb, kicking up against the lining of my uterus because the amniotic fluid ruptured and it struggled out of instinct when suffocating.
In addition, there was also a tear in my reproductive tract, a number of infections, and my own immune system automatically rejected the baby and prevented fertilization, so it was almost impossible for me to conceive again.
When I met Hank at the hospital, I didn't know if it was an accident or he intentionally sought it out.
I hadn't seen him for six months, but he seemed haggard and mellow, but still handsome.
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