Walking Dead: Fight Till Dawn

After my hair was almost dry, I was just about to get upstairs for a rest meeting, but Kimber stopped calling.

After staring at my face for a long time, he greeted Pan Zi and brought a small table with a hand rest for pulse signaling.

I looked at Kimber suspiciously.

He motioned for me to put my hand up.

Pan Zi on the side also motioned to me to put my hand up, slightly uncomfortable... but still sat as they wanted.

Disease-free and disaster-free...

I recalled the Gongdou drama I watched before, and the one sentence after the pulse is almost always, ‘Congratulations, little lord, you’re happy. ’

Shaking a cold sweat secretly, the old man stared sideways at a shadow on the ground, pressed the fingers of my wrist and moved slightly from time to time, but his brows became more and more tight.

After about ten minutes, he motioned to me to change my hand.

Frightened by his serious expression, I gave Pan Zi a flustered look. He smiled at me and motioned not to be nervous.

About ten minutes passed.

The old man turned around and said to Pan Zi the names of some medicinal materials, pointed at me and said, "Cook it for this girl to drink."

When he heard the name of the medicinal material, Pan Zi thought about it for a while before suddenly he was taken aback: "Master..."

The old man waved his hand: "Hurry up."

After Pan Zi left, the old man smiled gently at me: "Girl, stay here in the past few days. Your body must be treated well, it's too empty."

I am a little dazed|: "What's wrong, Kimber, am I sick?"

Kimber laughed and said, "It's not. It's just that your pregnancy ended with trauma, which caused two levels of damage to your body. You didn't take care of it in time, and your mental state was not good. You are still young. In a few years, I am afraid that there will be problems."

"No, no, Kimber, wait, I don't understand what you just said, what does it mean that the pregnancy was terminated by trauma?"

Kimber said: "The reason why your fetus slipped is caused by this trauma."

"What fetus?!!!" I almost tried my best to hold back and shout out!

Kimber was a little puzzled: "You didn't know that you were pregnant before?"

There was already a layer of virtual sweat on my forehead, clenched my fists, and trembling unconsciously, as if I was dreaming.

After calming down for a few minutes, I asked Kimber dumbly, "You...did you make a mistake?...you can still tell these things when you pulse?"

Such remarks are quite rude, but I don't have enough perfect thinking skills.

Kimber paused for a while: "There is nothing wrong with Chinese medicine. Chinese medicine is extensive and profound, but it is not inferior to Western medicine. I am not sure that the little old man will not talk nonsense."

I was completely stunned.

Finally shook his lips and apologized to Kimber: "I'm sorry... I didn't mean that... It's just...

Kimber waved and interrupted my next words: "Can you show your wound to the old man?"

I nodded, disgusting with the clothes on my stomach.

The bandage was removed when I first rubbed it on, so I had to find a clean and re-wrap it before it came.

After taking a look at it, Kimber said: "The wound is not repaired very well, it should be related to the virtual bone of the sliding table."

When I returned to the second floor from the yard, I was like a sleepwalker. I sat alone in the living room for a long time before turning back and opening the door to the room.

Because only Chen Ming was present, Da Bai was embarrassed and ran upstairs to squeeze with Zijun and the others.

When I entered the room, Chen Ming was lying on the bed, sleeping properly, with his hands folded on the quilt, and his seemingly breezy face would give a little more relaxation.

I walked slowly to the bed and stared at Chen Ming. At this moment, I still can’t accept what Kimber said just now, but if I didn’t accept it, I seemed to accept it. Otherwise, I’m overwhelming. Where does the sadness come from.

I used to say that Cancer girls have the strongest motherhood.

I agree with this very much. When other classmates feel that the child is annoying and dying, I especially look forward to having a child.

But before, it was just a little girl's ridiculous fantasy about the adult world.

I'm completely messed up, I don't know what method I should use to control and resolve my emotions at the moment.

It seemed that I was at the bedside, and Chen Ming didn't know when he opened his eyes.

When I recovered from the chaotic thoughts again, I saw him silently looking at me.

The white quilt lined his face without any blemishes.

Can't help it anymore, I threw on him, crying bitterly.

Chen Ming didn't seem to understand, he got up slightly and hugged me in his arms, patted my back lightly, and didn't speak.

After that, I don’t know how long, I raised my head, eyes shed too many tears, it hurts, and when I touched Chen Ming’s face, my voice trembled uncontrollably: "...children..."

Chen Ming's expression is still puzzled.

After losing my voice for a while, I brewed and said again: "My child...you... could have been... a father."

Chen Ming's expression was almost unpredictable when he heard these words.

I was puzzled at first, and probably digested this sentence after a second, my pupils shrank suddenly, and then subconsciously retracted my hand holding me, and my eyes quickly swept toward my stomach, his expression even more panicked.

My throat was already dumb and a little speechless: "Nothing...nothing...I thought it was just...injured...I don't know..."

I didn't suppress my sadness at all, so the steady flow of it shocked me myself.

Perhaps regret without knowing it.

I always thought uncontrollably in my mind that there used to be a small life in my stomach, quietly blooming and gestating, ready to surprise mom and dad, but he was stabbed by someone without his father’s knowledge and mother’s ignorance. Stabbed to death.

Even if it wasn't directly caused by the knife wound, but... it was the wound after all.

If he ever had a thought, would he be crazy to ask for help and ask us to help him?

The more I think about it, the more I feel guilty, the more I think about it, the more I feel unacceptable.

Finally, I was tired of crying.

He fell asleep deeply in Chen Ming's arms.

I slept very restlessly and had a lot of dreams.

In my dream, I was in a beautiful place, and the child’s innocent laughter was always heard in the distance.

When I woke up from my dream, the sun was already setting, and I tilted my head and looked at the sky reddened by the sun outside the window.

I didn't want to tire my brain to think about the problems that broke my heart.

But still can't help thinking.

Finally, a question about myself appeared in my mind.

He Mo, you are so sad, do you feel sorry for that child, or feel that you missed a chance to tie Chen Ming?

The moment this question surfaced, I was stunned.

Because I found myself unable to answer this question in the slightest.

If it's the latter, then someone like me should really go to hell.

She wiped her tears again.

Sat up from the bed.

Put on a sweater and wrap a blanket, get up and put on your shoes to go out.

There is no one in the living room.

There was a faint voice in the yard.

Going downstairs unconsciously, he found that almost everyone had gathered in the yard.

It's already dinner.

Seeing me coming down, Zijun rushed over and asked with concern: "I didn't eat at noon. Are you hungry? Come here, let's eat fish tonight." As soon as I finished speaking, she suddenly noticed my eyes and her expression darkened. Came down: "What's wrong? Are you crying?"

It was okay for her not to ask, the more I asked, the tears I had just stopped began to come out again.

Don't open your face and raise your head to hold back the tears. It took a long time to answer with a nasal voice: "No, I have a cold."

"What's the catch?" Zijun said unhappy: "Chen Ming bullied you?"

I waved: "How could he bully me."

I probably thought it made sense. After thinking about it, Zijun patted me on the shoulder: "Okay, it's probably because you are thinking about something crazy and having a temper with Chen Ming.",

I smiled and said nothing.

Zijun tugged at me: "Let's go, eat first."

During the meal, Chen Yuan stared at my face for a long time. Chen Ming sat beside me, muffled and silent.

It's just that the flat head in the middle passed by me, accidentally tripped, and spilled the fish soup on my body. It was a bit hot, but it didn't hurt.

Chen Ming frowned and stared at him for a long time. He didn't say a word, but his face paled with scared flat head.

Upon seeing this, Da Bai and Xia Xia hurriedly pulled the flat-headed curse aside.

Not long after eating, Pan Zi brought a bowl of medicine.

Dabai asked what it was, and Pan Zi smiled and said, "He Mo is too skinny. Give her a boost."

When I received it, I just smelled it, and I was abruptly retched by the smell.

No wonder the ancients died early. If you drink too much of this medicine, who can live for a long time?

Seeing that I wasn't happy, Chen Ming took the bowl in my hand, blew it for a while and tested the temperature, then handed it to me, and slowly said, "Drink!"

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