"Bullshit, who the hell wants this damned child? I don't need it, I won't give birth, do you understand me?" Zhao Mengmeng, in a fit of rage, became emotionally explosive and tried to climb out of the hospital bed.
The car was still moving, swaying back and forth, and such actions from Zhao Mengmeng were extremely dangerous.
If it weren't for the doctor beside her who supported her, she might have rolled right off the bed.
This scene terrified Song Weiyi; her heart almost leaped into her throat.
"Speak nicely, what are you arguing about?" The doctor glared hard at Song Weiyi.
Her warning was undisguised.
"Okay, okay, I'll listen to you, I'll listen to everything you say, don't get agitated," Song Weiyi said, her eyes red, forcibly suppressing her emotions and impulses as she soothed Zhao Mengmeng.
Upon hearing this, Zhao Mengmeng lay back down on the bed feeling reassured.
Her eyes closed, her face indifferent.
