There is a tyrant in the home after the poison

Chapter 21 Abortion (2)
"Sister, why are you so stupid? Even if you don't want this child, tell Aunt Yu, can't it be enough for Aunt Yu to ask the doctor to prescribe abortion pills for you? Do you know that it hurts your body to do so. Aunt Yu covered her mouth and began to cry.If she had known earlier, she would not have invited any doctor. If she hadn't invited a doctor, such a thing would not have happened today.

Pain... Yang Churuo was so painful that her body was limp and weak, she was sweating profusely, her whole body was trembling, streams of heat slipped down from her lower body, like blossoming blood lotuses, instantly blooming all over her lower body.

Stretching out his hand, he held his stomach tightly, not letting himself hum out the pain, and kept telling himself in his mind.That is Xuanyuan Jinze's evil seed, she can't have it, she can't have it, she wants to avenge her parents, brothers and sisters...

After several miscarriages, she didn't know that her child had already been lost at this time, and she buried her child with her own hands... buried her with her own hands.

My thoughts began to blur, and I vaguely saw Aunt Yu kneeling in front of Dr. Zhang, crying and begging him, "Ah, why is there so much blood, doctor, doctor, you must help my sister."

As soon as his body went limp, Yang Churuo completely fell into a coma.

When she woke up again, it was already three days later, her body was as usual, extremely weak, even breathing was difficult for a while.

Jianshui's eyes blinked a few times with difficulty, a little hazy, seeing the man in black in front of him feeding and drinking medicine one by one, Yang Churuo instinctively leaned back a little, staring at Fengling warily.

She is not used to people being so close to her, and she doesn't like it.

"Does it still hurt?" The clear and melodious voice of bells, drums and jade resounded in the deserted ruined temple, which seemed a bit out of place.It seemed that the owner of that voice should be in the Golden Silk Palace, a noble mansion, aloof and admired by all people.

"It doesn't hurt anymore." Even if it hurts, it can't compare with the pain in my heart.Melancholy flashed across Yang Churuo's elegant and vulgar face.

Only then did he observe Feng Ling carefully.

Being with him for nearly two months, it seems that she has never seriously examined him.

He was dressed in black clothes, and the tight waist perfectly showed his tall and tall figure without any omission. His face with sharp edges and corners was indescribably beautiful, and his three thousand black hair hung straight down. , lightly picked up the broken bowl, scooped up a peony, and blew it gently to cool it down. It seemed to be gentle and cold to help her feed. In the midst of the mist, I felt that the person's body was as light as a light ink, and his gestures and feet were all natural. elegant.

Even if he has no eyes, he can tell that this person is not an ordinary person. The nobility exuded from his bones is not comparable to that of ordinary people, especially the perseverance.

"The medicine is finished, you can take a rest." It was faint and cold, as if ordering, but also as if exhorting.

Yang Churuo pulled the rag, only to realize that what she was covering was not a rag, but a real quilt.

Futon... Where did you get the futon from?

"Aunt Yu originally wanted to pick you up to live in her house, but the doctor said you were too injured to be suitable for moving, so Aunt Yu brought the quilt from home and covered you up." Seemingly knowing what Yang Churuo was wondering, Feng Ling said Changing the medicine for myself, said lightly.

"Cough cough cough cough cough..." Yang Churuo originally wanted to return the quilt to Aunt Yu, but before she could speak, she coughed in fits and starts, which made her almost out of breath. Spread blood.

The pale face became more and more serious, Yang Churuo leaned to one side, panting lightly, covering her mouth and coughing from time to time, not daring to say another word, for fear that the cough would get worse.

"The doctor said that you had a cough many years ago, but it was not cured, and the root cause of the disease was left behind. I am afraid that coughing will be with you for the rest of your life."

"The doctor also said that I will have no chance of having children in the future, right? Cough cough cough..." Yang Churuo said weakly, his breath was weak, and if he didn't listen carefully, he wouldn't be able to hear it at all.

Feng Ling was silent, and the action of adding firewood stiffened a few times.

(End of this chapter)