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I quickly hung up the phone, then looked up and saw that my brow was still furrowed, looking at me coldly.

It was as if the last few days when I saw him, he always had this kind of expression on his face, as if I owe him eight hundred pieces of meat.

I took a deep breath and stopped looking at him. I said calmly, "I'm ready. After that, I can undergo surgery."

He nodded his head slowly and took out his phone to make a call. Not long later, a middle-aged woman wearing a white coat and glasses walked over, "May I ask if you are thinning? The operation room has been arranged so we can start anytime."

He nodded slowly, then turned to look at me.

I secretly mocked him. He was really merciless!

I stood up and said to the doctor, "Then I'll have to trouble you, Doctor."

The female doctor, perhaps accustomed to seeing such things, said indifferently, "You're welcome. "Come with me."

I followed the doctor without looking back.

Ye Zichen's mood was extremely bad recently. It was as if his heart was pressed down on a huge rock, causing him to feel an uncomfortable blockage in his heart, but he was unable to let it out.

Zhang Mancha's return caused him to sigh slowly about the miracles and pleasant surprises that still existed in her life, but Zhang Mancha's attitude toward him left him at a loss.

They were clearly once such intimate and loving lovers, but when Mancha returned this time, she felt that something was missing between them.

Especially that face that was almost similar to Lin Xiang's, she did not know how to react to it.

Back then when he was together with Lin Xiang, he could always see the Mancha he deeply loved back then through his pure face. But now that Mancha had returned to his side, he would always think of Lin Xiang when he saw some of Mancha's careless movements.

The feeling was so bad that he had been in no mood to work, to attend meetings, or to deal with the old men on the board for the past few days.

He thought that perhaps it was because he was guilty towards Mancha in his heart, but he and Lin Xiang had originally wanted to use Lin Xiang in place of Mancha, but he didn't expect that Lin Xiang was actually pregnant.

Perhaps, if this child was killed, he would be able to be at ease with Mancha after he and Lin Xiang were cut in two.

He had even prepared what kind of words he would say to if she delayed the fight with him, but he never thought that other than that day when she asked him if he liked her, she didn't say anything else.

Especially when he saw Lin Xiang today, he did not even want to give her a single glance. The her from before wasn't like this; every time she saw him, her beautiful eyes would shine like resplendent gems.

But now, she no longer had him in her eyes.

He knew that this was a good thing. It meant that they had truly broken off completely, but why was his heart still so uncomfortable?

He couldn't figure it out no matter how much he thought about it.

When Lin Xiang stood up and followed the doctor into the operation room, she felt a slight ache in her heart. He thought that she must be feeling sorry for that child who could not be born into the world.

Angele sat on a bench in the hospital and leaned against the back of the chair. He closed his eyes because he was tired.

I followed the doctor into the operating room, which was white everywhere. White enough to make me feel that no matter how much I wear, I can't hide the cold here.

"Take off all your clothes and change into this surgical suit."

The doctor handed me a bag without expression, and she left. I think she went to change, too.

I took out the clothes from the bag and changed the number. After folding my clothes and putting them in the bag, I nervously left the locker room. I saw two people on the cold operating table organizing some surgical equipment, knives, scissors, tweezers and the like.

The doctor saw me coming out, so he let me pass. "If you take off your pants, you don't have to wear them. Then you can lie on this. I'll give you the anesthesia first."

I obediently climbed onto the bed. This surgical bed was abnormally cold. Lying on it gave me goosebumps all of a sudden.

The nakedness of my lower body made me feel even more embarrassed. Like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, I allowed myself to be hurt, but I was powerless to do anything about it.

"Come, turn sideways and hug your knees."

The anesthesiologist lifted my clothes and ran his fingers up and down my spine, and then I felt the needle prick my flesh.

Following that was the sound of the steel needle scraping against my bone. Although the sound wasn't loud, I could hear it very clearly. It made my scalp go numb and made me break out in a cold sweat.

"Alright, lie flat!"

When the needle was pulled out, I felt almost free.

When I was flat on my back, the doctor told me to put my legs up on either side of the shelf, and my lower body was exposed to the doctor.

The nurse covered my chest with a thick green cloth, hiding my body so that I couldn't see anything.

This fear of ignorance made me even more afraid.

When I got to my legs, they were cold. Then I heard the doctor ask, "Do you feel it?"

I shook my head. "I feel cold on my legs. I don't feel anything else."

"Alright, then let's begin!"

When I heard these words, my whole body shook. I was extremely scared, but it didn't hurt as much as I had imagined. I only felt something light up in my crotch.

Then, hearing the rumble of the machine, I felt a pang in my stomach, as if a small hand were grabbing at my intestines and my stomach, but before I could think about it, an irresistible sleepiness swept over me.

I tried my best to keep myself awake, but no matter how hard I struggled, my eyelids felt like they were full of gold. I couldn't open my eyes, and a wave of fear swept over me.

After an unknown period of time, I felt that I was being lifted up by someone. After that, I put it down as I squinted my eyes to look at the many people gathered around me.

I dozed off again. When I woke up again, I was lying in the ward with a needle in my hand. It was very quiet. I was the only one there.

I looked around but there was no sign of him. I thought he might be gone.

I lifted my other hand, which didn't have a needle, and secretly put it under the quilt. My lower body was still naked, and when I touched my belly, there wasn't any change, but I knew that my child was no longer there.

He was mercilessly killed.

I closed my eyes and the tears fell from the corners of my eyes onto the pillow. I even heard the sound of them hitting the pillow, like the sound of my heart breaking. It was muffled, not very clear, but very heavy.