Chapter 273: You ‘re a Surgeon, Not an Obstetrician!
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
She had personally taken care of Dabao and Xiaobao, so she knew how the children had begged for their mother when they were in the ICU.
Wen Zhanyan could only stay alone.
This feeling was unpleasant.
Wen Zhanyan’s situation was even more precarious compared to Dabao and Xiaobao.
As a mother, she had never appeared in front of Wen Zhanyan. She had never even hugged him.
The images were like sharp blades, piercing Yu Anwan’s heart.
Was she qualified?
After hearing Wen Jin’s words, Yu Anwan suddenly began to doubt herself. Even when she looked at Wen Jin, Yu Anwan felt guilty.
On the other hand, Wen Jin seemed to have scolded Yu Anwan before sighing in silence. Then he held Yu Anwan’s hand and walked into the villa.
Yu Anwan was suddenly led by Wen Jin’s hand and didn’t react for a while.
As she looked at their hands, a stubborn thought flashed through Yu Anwan’s mind.
It was as if she and Wen Jin were meant to be like this.
It was as if they had never been separated all these years.
Yu Anwan found it unbelievable, but she couldn’t avoid it.
“I’ll cook some noodles for you. You didn’t eat much at the banquet tonight,” Wen Jin said lightly before letting go of Yu Anwan.
Yu Anwan neither accepted nor rejected the offer.
Wen Jin brought Yu Anwan to the bar counter. “We’ll talk about other things after eating.”
“What are we going to talk about?” Yu Anwan regained her composure.
Wen Jin’s gaze remained fixed. “We’ll talk about Zhanyan and Dabao’s situation. Aside from marriage, there’s no better solution. They need both parents.” Wen Jin didn’t say anything more.
Yu Anwan’s lips moved slightly, but she couldn’t bring herself to say the words. She watched quietly as Wen Jin busied himself at the counter.
Fifteen minutes later, a simple bowl of tomato and egg noodles was placed in front of Yu Anwan.
The tomato topping was well-prepared and looked appetizing. Coincidentally, it was Yu Anwan’s favorite dish.
But now, as she looked at the bowl of tomato and egg noodles, her appetite suddenly disappeared.
She didn’t know if it was because of their earlier conversation or the mixture of hot and cold foods at the banquet, but Yu Anwan felt nauseous.
“Why aren’t you eating?” Wen Jin asked, frowning.
Before Yu Anwan could find the words to rebuke Wen Jin, the feeling of nausea overcame her.
Wen Jin looked down at her.
Suddenly, Yu Anwan stood up and quickly walked toward the bathroom. She retched next to the toilet.
Wen Jin snapped out of it and immediately followed. This time, his expression also became more complex.
After Yu Anwan finished vomiting, Wen Jin’s gaze was fixed on her. “What’s going on?”
He gently patted her back and handed her a clean wet tissue.
Yu Anwan ignored him and used the tissue to wipe herself clean.
“Maybe I just feel disgusted by the sight of President Wen,” she retorted without hesitation.
Wen Jin was speechless.
With those words, Yu Anwan pushed Wen Jin away and headed out of the bathroom without further thought.
As she reached the doorway, Wen Jin acted swiftly, grasping Yu Anwan’s wrist.
However, the force he exerted seemed to contain a hint of gentleness compared to his earlier dominance.
“Wen Jin, what are you doing? Let me go!” Yu Anwan furrowed her brow.
Wen Jin simply gazed at her, leaving Yu Anwan perplexed.
In the confined space of the bathroom, the situation felt even more cramped.
This time, Yu Anwan began to struggle.
While she struggled, Wen Jin led her out of the bathroom.
Despite Yu Anwan’s efforts, she couldn’t free her hand from Wen Jin’s grasp.
“What the hell are you doing?!” Yu Anwan exclaimed in frustration.
Wen Jin turned to look at her, and each of his words was exceedingly clear. “We’re going to the hospital.’ Yu Anwan was taken aback.
Had Wen Jin lost his mind?
Why had she needed to go to the hospital?
She was a doctor herself, and she knew her condition very well.
Her current situation was likely a result of consuming hot and cold foods alternately at the banquet.
All these years, Yu Anwan had been dealing with such sensitive digestion issues.
“Wen Jin.” Yu Anwan regained her composure and let out a chuckle as she looked at the man before her. “I don’t need to go to the hospital. I am a doctor, and I can assess my condition.”
Wen Jin’s gaze remained focused, and when he looked at Yu Anwan again, his words were strikingly clear. “You are a surgeon, not an obstetrician.”
Yu Anwan choked on Wen Jin’s words and even began to wonder if she was hearing things.
“Wen Jin, have you gone mad?” Yu Anwan stared at Wen Jin in disbelief. What on earth did he mean? Was she pregnant?
She couldn’t be pregnant. When she gave birth to triplets, the difficult circumstances caused her significant damage. If it weren’t for her luck, Yu Anwan might have lost her life then. Therefore, conceiving again would be a considerable challenge.
From Yu Anwan’s perspective, Wen Jin’s words sounded like pure fantasy.
“I am not crazy.” However, Wen Jin remained expressionless, calmly watching Yu Anwan. “We didn’t use protection, so it’s perfectly normal for you to be pregnant. ”
“I can’t be pregnant!”
“You might think you can’t be pregnant, but how do you explain the births of Dabao and Zhanyan?” Wen Jin continued as he walked, leaving Yu Anwan speechless.
Wen Jin’s words had caught Yu Anwan off guard.
Unrelenting, Wen Jin continued guiding Yu Anwan out of the villa without letting her hand slip from his grasp.
It wasn’t until they reached the car, and Wen Jin opened the car door that Yu Anwan managed to pull away and exclaim, “Wen Jin, I’m not f*cking pregnant, and I can’t be!”
Her words were nearly shouted out in anger.
Only then did Wen Tin shift his attention to Yu Anwan, fixing his gaze on her.
It was unclear whether he was assessing the veracity of Yu Anwan’s statements or something else.
Rolling her eyes, Yu Anwan said, “Let go of me. I can’t be pregnant.”
“Whether you’re pregnant or not, it’s not your decision. The doctor has the final say!” Wen Jin asserted.
“But I am a doctor!” Yu Anwan felt like she was talking to a brick wall.
Wen Jin was expressionless. He had already pushed Yu Anwan into the passenger seat. “You’re a surgeon, not an obstetrician..”