Finally, the door, which was as if leading to Hell, opened at last.
He Yingdong hurriedly approached.
Li Jiaqi lay pale on the hospital bed, as if she had lost all her vitality.
An IV drip was still attached to her arm…
The doctor looked at him, sighed, "The adult is fine... but the child couldn't be saved."
The doctor patted his shoulder, "Young man, it's the first time she got pregnant, right? You shouldn't have intercourse before three months. Remember that next time."
The doctor felt very sympathetic too, seeing the ambiguous bluish-red marks all over Li Jiaqi's neck.
It was evident at a glance what had happened the night before.
Today's youngsters only care about pleasure; miscarriages have become all too common... The man doesn't suffer much loss, but the woman goes through hell.
Only then did He Yingdong's face soften somewhat, though his eyes remained terrifying.
