"Doctor, how is my wife?"
"Mr. Xia, your wife is carrying twins, and she already had symptoms of hemolysis. Now that she's fallen like this, I'm afraid…" The doctor didn't finish the sentence, but the meaning couldn't have been clearer: this pregnancy was very hard to save.
Standing there listening, Xia Zhichu felt as if something had slammed into his brain. In an instant, all the color drained from his face.
They couldn't be saved?
Her children, in the end, couldn't be saved?
The thought dropped, and his chest felt as though it had been stabbed viciously by a sharp blade. His whole body shook; he lifted his hand and gave himself a ferocious slap across the face!
"Mr. Xia, what are you doing? What happened to your wife was an accident. It has nothing to do with you." Seeing him like this, the doctor thought he was blaming himself and hurried over to grab his hand.
But as soon as he took hold, he realized how icy cold that hand was, and how violently it was trembling.
