The doctor hesitated for a moment and said, "then I'll try to prescribe some mild medicine first. You guys try it first. But I suggest that it's best not to use the medicine. It might cause some adverse effects to the fetus... "
Huo Jingchen pursed his lips and remained silent.
He knew that if she woke up and knew that he had asked her to take the medicine, she would be angry.
But her fever had not subsided.
So, what should he do?
Huo Jingchen clenched his hands by his side, his eyes dark and troubled.
*
After Zhao Siqing fell into a coma, she had been dreaming in a daze.
The fragments of the past gradually came back together. From the time she met Huo Jingchen to the ten years after that... ...
Love, hate, separation, reunion, separation, sadness, joy.
The past, which she could not see clearly, gradually became clearer.
Zhao Siqing slept for three whole days. She woke up and slept in a daze. However, she could feel that someone was always by her side, changing the towels for her and wiping the joints on her body.
Occasionally, she would put her cheek against her forehead to test the temperature of her body.
Zhao Siqing slept for nearly three days. Occasionally, she would wake up and her eyes would not be clear. Huo Jingchen's eyes were red with anxiety, and his handsome face was particularly malicious.
A group of doctors in White Coats gathered outside the ward and were discussing countermeasures.
There was nothing they could do. The young master of the Huo family demanded that they must think of a way to reduce Zhao Siqing's fever without affecting the child in her stomach.
After trying all kinds of methods, Zhao Siqing, who was already very weak, finally had her fever gradually subsided.
However, she was still unconscious, as if she had not slept for a long time. She was going to sleep until the end of time.
Huo Jingchen had been standing by her side the whole time. Occasionally, he could hear her murmuring something.
"Qingqing... you slept for a long time, " Huo Jingchen said in a low voice, his voice filled with sincerity and unease.
That afternoon.
Zhao Siqing finally opened her eyes slowly and looked at the white walls around her in a daze.
She could feel that someone was holding her wrist tightly. She looked down and saw Huo Jingchen sitting on a chair, lying on the side of the bed asleep.
His brows were slightly furrowed, as if he was anxious and frustrated.
The light green stubble was not as carefully handled as before. It had not been shaved for a few days.
Looking at this scene, Zhao Siqing was in a daze. For a moment, she could not tell if it was her past life or this life.
She looked at him in a daze, but she could not help but recall the memories of her past life.
Yes, she remembered everything.
She had been dreaming for the past few days. The intermittent fragments and the dreams of the past had unknowingly been completely connected. The scenes of the past ten years seemed to come back to her mind as if the memories had come back to life. It was so detailed that even what had happened on that day.. It was so clear.
Even her empty heart and numb nerves were so real.
Zhao Siqing gently pulled her wrist back from his hand. She turned her head to look out of the window in silence.
She finally understood why Huo Jingchen was so afraid.
Everyone around her had died because of her during those ten years.
Zhao Siqing lowered her eyes. She remembered that Yang Jingqiu did not agree to her marriage to Huo Jingchen. In the end, she angered Huo Jingchen.
Her relationship with Yang Jingqiu was not good to begin with. Huo Jingchen used some tricks to make Yang Jingqiu disappointed in her. She was kicked out of the family and refused to acknowledge her as her daughter.
After that, the Yang Family's company was also in crisis and gradually declined.
Yang Jingqiu had nothing but a small room to live in alone.