Lonely Marriage
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บท 1: She miscarried
In June, it was raining. Dark clouds covered the sky, making the day seem like night. The neon lights of the city fell from the sky for thousands of miles, lighting up the clouds, and the night returned to day.
In the spacious corridor of the hospital, the sound of high heels hitting the marble floor was crisp and clear. Wei Zhanyan tied her black hair to the back of her head and wore a snow-white gown. The stethoscope hanging from her neck emitted a cold, metallic luster.
"Doctor Wei, all three operations are scheduled for the afternoon. There will be an academic exchange at 18 PM …" The intern followed closely behind her, methodically explaining the schedule for the day.
"Doctor Wei, the emergency department just sent a patient over. He bled a lot, so you should quickly go take a look." The young nurse hurriedly said as she ran in.
"Yes." Zhan Yan nodded and quickly walked towards the emergency room.
Lying on the bed was a pale-faced woman with dishevelled hair. She was crying out in pain.
Beside the sickbed, the man's handmade suit that was tailored to fit him was wrinkled and dyed bright red, without a single trace of embarrassment. He stood there with a calm and composed expression. The outline of his face was as clear as a knife's edge. His thin lips were pursed, and his expression was indifferent to the point that it was almost cold.
Zhan Yan hurried over, but when she clearly saw the man's face, she was instantly stunned on the spot, his face turning deathly pale. At this time, the man was also looking at her. After a brief moment of shock, a faint smile appeared in her eyes.
It seemed unfortunate that she was working in this hospital.
Zhan Yan quickly shifted her gaze and looked at the patient on the bed. When she lifted the corner of the blanket, she saw that the woman's lower body was covered in blood, and her snow-white skirt was dyed a bright red.
"The child can no longer be preserved. Prepare for the operation to clear the palace." Zhan Yan said to the nurse quietly. Even she couldn't help but admire her calmness at this moment.
The nurse handed the confirmation of the operation over to the man. He received it and quickly signed the name 'Ji Weiyang' with the golden brush in his hands. His words were the same as his own — perverse and indifferent.
The operation went on for more than two hours, and the child was drained before she could get to the hospital. All she could do was clean the womb and minimize the damage.
After finishing, Zhan Yan walked out of the operation room. She took off her mask and threw it into the treatment box along with her blue surgical gown. She stood there washing her hands, when suddenly a deep, magnetic male voice came from behind her. It was a very pleasant voice, but it was mixed with a hint of coldness.
"Is there nothing to ask me?"
Zhan Yan did not turn her head back because she knew who it was even without turning her head back. She had heard this voice for a whole three years.
She washed her hands, dried them under the sterilizer, and turned slowly.
He was standing at the door, his tall and straight posture was mostly covered in shadows, his slender fingers were holding onto the cigarette butt, and he was casually exhaling smoke. His handsome face was hidden behind the fog, and the feeling was so hazy that it was almost unreal.
"What about you? "Is there nothing to explain?" Zhan Yan met his deep gaze, easy to be indifferent, and her tone was surprisingly calm. However, the hand hiding behind his back was trembling uncontrollably. She was waiting for his answer. As long as he said he hadn't done anything wrong, she believed him, even if it was a lie.
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