Li Jiaqi really dislikes hospitals. She's afraid of injections, afraid of medicine, and most importantly, it was here that she lost that most cherished baby.
Standing at the hospital entrance, she muttered a curse under her breath.
She didn't know whether she was cursing herself or fate, and her eyes inexplicably grew moist.
There were too many people, and the elevator was hard to wait for, so she chose to take the stairs.
While climbing the stairs, she obviously felt herself gasping for breath. By the time she reached the third floor, she was covered in a cold sweat, dizzy, and lightheaded.
Had He Yingdong worn her out too much?
After registering, she directly entered the clinic...
"Have you had any particular symptoms these past few days?"
Although it wasn't the doctor who had performed her surgery last time, this doctor was also very gentle, an elderly man.
