Chapter 1384: Nothing serious

How could it not be uncomfortable?
Her heart hurts as if it was being held.
But Galen couldn't do anything about it. Even if he felt distressed in his heart, Galen decided to bear it silently.
Because of these, she deserves it!
And in the car at this time, Xu Mo couldn't help but shed tears.
Even though he told himself in his heart time and time again that Galen was not worth it, but the tears still fell involuntarily.
In this world, who can say love and just love, just let go?
After all, he had used his heart with Galen, and had fantasized in his heart more than once. When his economy fully matured in the future, he confessed to Galen. He also imagined that if he had a chance, he might even propose marriage.
Nowadays, there has been such a big change in the relationship. If it is not sad, it is all fake, right?
In fact, it's broken, everyone just gritted their teeth after saying goodbye.
Fortunately, in this world, there is no one who can't live without anyone, whoever turns around when the earth is away, so losing a relationship can be regarded as a major event.
If you meet the right person, then separate, maybe at the next corner, you will always meet the right person.
All he needs to do is take the time to completely clean Galen from his heart, nothing more.
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Early in the morning, the hospital.
It was late autumn, and it started to fog early in the morning outside, and a large swath of gray-white smoke filled the air sadly.
In the hospital, in a luxurious single ward, Li Jingyi and Tang Nuanhua are asleep right now.
Since they returned to the hospital from the suburbs last night, after Tang Nuan painting went through a series of inspections, Li Jingyi couldn't help but fall asleep.
For the first time, he felt that he was so tired.
This exhaustion is not only a burden on the body, but also a worry from the inside out.
Even in his sleep, Li Jingyi still couldn't sleep well.
He always dreamed that Tang Nuan's paintings were like fog, which disappeared as soon as the wind blew.
The faint feeling of detachment is really uncomfortable.
At this time, Tang Nuan painting woke up.
As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Li Jingyi sleeping next to him, his handsome face made people unable to pick out the slightest flaw.
It's just that he frowned tightly, as if he was worried about something.
Tang Nuanhua couldn't help feeling distressed, raised his hand and gently stroked, touching Li Jingyi's eyebrows, trying to smooth his frowning eyebrows.
As a result, Li Jingyi woke up as soon as his cold fingers touched Li Jingyi's brow.
After waking up, he saw that Tang Nuan's complexion seemed to have recovered a little, and finally he was a little relieved, and he was relieved, "Nuanhua, how do you feel when you wake up now? Did you feel better?"
Tang Nuanhua shook his head, "I'm fine."
Although it said that it was all right, Tang Nuan's mood state in the painting didn't look very good, as if he was still immersed in sadness.
Li Jingyi had no choice but to comfort Tang Nuan painting as much as possible, "It's fine if you feel okay. As long as you are doing well, I will rest assured.
"Well, I will take care of myself and don't worry you." Tang Nuanhua nodded obediently.
Then she lay quietly on the bed, caressed her fingers unconsciously, touched her abdomen, and looked out the window empty again.
Even if he didn't say it clearly, Li Jingyi immediately understood the girl's thoughts.
You guessed it right, this girl should be missing the child who has passed away.
Thinking of that child, Li Jingyi felt very sorry.
He originally thought that child was a gift from heaven to him and Tang Nuan painting, and it was a surprise.
But I didn't expect God to take this gift so quickly.
However, Li Jingyi cares more about Tang Nuan's paintings than that child.
He gently stroked and touched Tang Nuan's cold little hand, and comforted, "Girl, you are not at fault with that child, so don't blame yourself anymore. All this has nothing to do with you, do you know?"
"Ok, I know."
How could Tang Nuan painting not know, all this is really not his fault.
After all, as a mother, she cannot harm her child.
All of this was purely an accident.
But why, knowing that all this is an accident, does she still feel a pain in her heart?
In the final analysis, it is impossible for Tang Nuan to not blame himself in painting.
No matter who is at fault in this matter, it doesn't really matter. The important thing is that she has lost her child, and she is an unqualified mother if she has not protected her child.
Therefore, Tang Nuan painting still feels that all this is his own sin.
At least for the child, she is very owed in her heart.
She kept thinking in her mind that if she didn't talk to Galen at the time, and didn't throw away the anti-fetal medicine Galen gave her, wouldn't all of this develop to this point?
Perhaps, as long as she was a little enthusiastic about that Galen, she wouldn't do such extreme things.
Ugh……
Although Tang Nuanhua didn't say anything, she still sighed for a long time. This was enough to show that she still felt guilty in her heart.
"Boom boom boom, boom boom boom!"
At this moment, someone knocked on the door suddenly.
Li Jingyi and Tang Nuan's painting looked out along the glass opening of the door and saw a doctor wearing a hat, who should have come to do a re-examination of Tang Nuan's painting.
So Li Jingyi stood up and opened the door. Sure enough, the doctor came in directly with a medical record.
After entering the door, seeing Tang Nuan painting wake up, he first said hello, "Miss Tang, wake up."
"Yeah." Tang Nuanhua nodded.
"Why don't you seem to be in a good mood?"
The doctor raised his eyebrows and glanced slightly, and found that Tang Nuanhua was frowning and seemed very unhappy.
Tang Nuanhua raised the corner of her mouth bitterly, "Doctor, you are really joking, can I still laugh when you encounter this kind of thing?"
"Ha, yes, after all, poisoning is still very uncomfortable. You should feel better in your stomach now?" the doctor asked gently.
"It's better already." Tang Nuanhua nodded.
"That's good."
The doctor nodded, there seemed to be something written on the medical record in his hand.
Then I asked some professional questions about Tang Nuan painting, probably to confirm Tang Nuan's physical condition.
Fortunately, Tang Nuan's replies were quite satisfactory, and there was basically no problem.
Finally, the doctor put down the medical record book in his hand and said with great satisfaction, "Ms. Tang, your body seems to be fine."