Warm Wife into Arms

Chapter 3: You Seem Pitiful

Chapter 3: You Seem Pitiful

"Anesthesia failed, what should we do?" The anesthesiologist hurriedly said, while the patient's belly had already been cut open, and it was already a bloody mess.

"Cesarean section."

Lu Qin still said the same words, and his gaze was ice-cold, all focused on Yan Huan's bloody belly. All he wanted was the umbilical cord blood. Whether Yan Huan or the child lived or died, it had nothing to do with him. After all, they would die sooner or later anyway.

The doctor made another cut on the woman's belly with the scalpel. That coldness pierced through the skin, the pain of being torn apart, the flesh being stripped away, the bloody smell filling the entire operating room, and the woman's body occasionally convulsing and twitching, as well as her almost silent screams, continued until the doctor, with a cold sweat, took out a child covered in blood.

Yan Huan's eyes were wide open, and she stretched out her feeble hands.

"My child, my child, give me back my child, give it to me..."

But everyone around her was ruthless, cruel, and their hands were stained with blood...

Then they left without looking back, carrying the already dead child.

"It's bad, the patient is experiencing massive bleeding..." The doctor's face changed, and Yan Huan's face was now almost cyan-gray. Her lips, which still had some color, were now pale and cold.

"This patient has RH negative blood, and we don't have any backup blood."

Yan Huan had already lost consciousness, and in her daze, it seemed like so many voices were ringing in her head, constantly mixing until finally, it became a buzzing sound, and then everything went quiet.

It wasn't until she opened her eyes again that she realized it seemed to be daylight. She stared blankly at the ceiling, and her fingers slowly moved to her belly. In fact, there was no need to touch it; she hadn't forgotten. Her child was gone, her child had died.

In her eyes, finally, a brightness emerged, along with a clear blue sky and white clouds. She had forgotten how long it had been since she lived under such a peaceful sky.

"Are you awake?" A voice with little fluctuation appeared by her ear. This voice was familiar, and actually, it was also frightening. If there was anyone in the Lu family who still scared her, it was this person.

She turned her face away, and her blurry vision finally became clearer for a moment, then blurred again.

The man standing in front of her had a dark silhouette. Even the warm light falling on him seemed sparse and cold.

Very much wanting to melt, yet fearing death.

Very much wanting to reach out, yet still fearing the cold.

His name was Lu Yi, the youngest prosecutor in Haishi, an oddity in the Lu family, and her enemy.

"Did you save me?"

The man's thin lips were always tightly pursed, without any particular arc, neither raised nor lowered.

"Do you think there are others with the rare panda blood? Even if there were, do you think anyone would save you?"

Yan Huan closed her eyes, the sound piercing her throat.

"I didn't save you, why did you save me?"

"Just felt sorry for you."

His indifferent voice, however, painfully struck Yan Huan's heart.

"My child, where is my child?" Yan Huan's voice choked, "Can I see the child, please?"

"The child, you have no right to see," the man's words were still cold, "It was a girl, bloody and mangled, abandoned by her mother, discarded by her father in the trash can. It was me, your uncle, who buried her."

"Thank you..." Yan Huan's fingers on the side of her body once again tightly gripped the blanket on her body. At this moment, she even felt too embarrassed to die. She wasn't wearing any clothes, and only this blanket wrapped around all her shame and filth.