“Does it still hurt? Let’s go to the hospital if you’re in pain,” He Xiyan said as she anxiously laid a hand on his forehead and patted it.
She would rather fall sick than see him in pain.
“It doesn’t hurt anymore. It only hurt for a little while earlier. Yan Yan, don’t worry. I’m as healthy as an ox,” Chen Jiahang mouthed with a smile.
He felt warm and fuzzy all over when he saw how concerned and worried she was and felt as though he had eaten honey.
He Xiyan didn’t know whether to laugh or to cry. How could this man still crack jokes when he had nearly frightened her to death?
However, she finally relaxed when she saw that he had reverted back to his normal self.
She picked up the ginger tea that she had brewed for him and handed it to Chen Jiahang, then watched as he gulped it down.
Then, she lifted the blankets and tucked him into bed.
“Jiahang, you should rest well. If you feel uncomfortable, I’ll bring you to the hospital at night,” He Xiyan said tenderly. She was still worried because she didn’t understand how Jiahang who had always been so healthy could suddenly come down with a headache.
Could watching gory scenes give someone a headache?
This didn’t seem possible.
Chen Jiahang nodded and stretched out on hand from the covers to take her hand tightly in hers.
He Xiyan let him hold her hand. She would stay by his side until he fell asleep. All she wanted was for him to be healthy since he was currently her only family. She wanted them to be healthy and well, for their lives to get better.
She didn’t want to think about her past, nor recall her memories. All she wanted was to live well in the present.
Chen Jiahang might look like a dimwit but she knew that he treated her very well and that she was everything to him.
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At the same time in Ye City.
At a high-end hospital, Han Xue who just finished her cesarean operation was wheeled out of the operating theatre and a newborn baby was also carried from the operating theatre.
There was only a middle-aged woman waiting outside the operating theatre and she was none other than Han Xue’s mother, Han Qing.
She didn’t have many other family members waiting anxiously outside the ward, unlike other mothers who had given birth at the hospital.
She was the only person waiting outside the operating theatre.
Han Qing was extremely excited and immediately rushed toward her grandson.
“Congratulations, it is a boy. He was born at 10:35 and weighs 3.3 kilograms,” the doctor holding the child said with a smile.
Han Qing was so excited that she forgot to thank the doctor.
She reached out to touch the child’s rosy cheeks and said excitedly, “It is a boy, it truly is a boy.”
Han Qing repeated twice and seemed to have forgotten all about her daughter Han Xue who had just emerged from the operating theatre.
Han Xue was wheeled out by two doctors. She had just completed her operation, so she was still under the effects of anesthesia. She couldn’t even move her toes at the moment.
She clenched her fists tightly and only the doctor noticed that tears were rolling down her cheeks.
No one else noticed her, nor showed any concern for her. Her child’s father wasn’t even outside the operating theatre and all her mother cared about was the fact that she had given birth to a boy.
She bit her lip hard. Her lips were still pale after the operation and she was so weak that she couldn’t even summon the energy to speak.
She had truly hoped that he would appear. Although he had not even shown any concern for her during her pregnancy, she thought that he would care about the child.
She hadn’t expected him to be so cold.