<h4>Chapter 289: Miscarriage II</h4>


    <strong>Trantor: </strong>EndlessFantasy Trantion <strong>Editor: </strong>EndlessFantasy Trantion


    At first, the olddy was gawking at the sofa drenched in blood before letting off a sigh as if mourning over the nevering baby. She leaned against her walking stick as Huo Yunting got up from his seat, “I’ll go check them out.”


    “Alright, off you go,” said the olddy as she waved away her beloved grandson.


    <i>We never had many descendants to begin with. Yunting does not intend to get a wife and Chen is fully into his military career. And this ident now...It almost feels like fate is challenging our family. </i>


    Thought the olddy as the Mercedes zoomed into the darkness.


    “Mommy, stay still. You’ll be fine. You’re in good hands now,” said Zhaoyang as she followed Madam Xue sleeping on the running bed before she saw herst into the surgery room.


    The corridor was silent as Zhaoyang fell upon the waiting seat next to her. She wheezed while staring idly at Huo Zhenning who was covered in blood. He was walking back and forth impatiently.


    She held her arm and felt the lingering sensation of her mother’s desperate grip. Her agonizing wail was still heard by her. Zhaoyang prayed hoping that her mother would be fine.


    And that was when her nce caught Huo Yunting walking towards her before sitting right by her side.


    She buried her face in her hands—a clear signal that she had enough with her man’s satire and her man caught it as he began swiping his phone.


    All of them imagined a long wait as dramatic as those moments in a movie.


    Nevertheless, it had only been 30 minutes before the doctors exited the surgery room.


    Zhaoyang jumped up from her seat the moment she heard the tter of the door. She darted towards the masked doctor, “How is my mother?” She grabbed his hands.


    “Um—We are very sorry but Mrs.Huo had already lost the child the moment she arrived by the hospital. We only performed a curettage to clean her uterus up while removing the dead baby,” announced the doctor with his eyes on Huo Zhenning.


    “You mean—it’s gone?” Asked Huo Zhenning in disbelief.


    “We have tried out best, Mr. Huo, but it was already gone when your wife came here. We are truly sorry about this. It is expected since Mrs. Huo is an elderly parturient after all.” The doctor was remorseful. It was really beyond their capabilities at that point.


    “What caused it? Don’t tell me all these elderly or advanced age excuses. There has to be a proper exnation for this!” Huo Zhenning blew up.


    “We are investigating this. A result is probablying soo-” Zhaoyang mmed open the door to surgery room before she was choked by the stench of her mother’s blood. Xue Yuming was pale, wheezing weakly as the nurses transferred to the ward. Lu Zhaoyang quickly tailed after her and stopped by the angry old man arguing with the doctor, she interrupted, “Doctor, do you know when will my mother wake up?”


    The doctor shook his head upon glimpsing at Xue Yuming, “I can’t really tell. A miscarriage is always very devastating to the mother. It’s normal for one to remain unconscious for a few days.”


    “A—a few days?” Her one hand was gripping the bed’s edge tightly.


    “It’s very dangerous after all,” added the doctor.


    “She will be fine! She will be fine!” Huo Zhenning muttered, reaffirming himself as he led with the nurses to the ward. Huo Yunting sighed and followed.


    In the ward, Lu Zhaoyang assisted the nurses to ce her fainted mother onto a clean bed.


    The heart rate monitor was beeping sluggishly as she was biting her lips. Her eyes filled with tears and confusion. Her ears drowned in the doctor’s words a moment ago.


    “It’s very dangerous after all.”


    “Mrs. Huo had already lost the child the moment she arrived by the hospital.”


    “We have tried our best.”


    “It’s normal for one to remain unconscious for a few days.”


    <i>I can’t believe it! H-how did it happen? Mommy has been fine for the past few days. Her everything was well taken care of. Her mental state was fine too. Miscarriage? Howe? </i>


    Huo Zhenning sniffed as he sat beside hisatose wife. It was cold when he held her hands, “Honey—it’s okay if we lost the child. I don’t want a child anymore. I just want you to be fine.”