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Veda fell seriously ill.
She had a high fever that wouldn't subside, and she couldn't eat anything—everything she ate, she vomited back up.
"You bunch of incompetent doctors! I spent so much money to hire you, and yet you can't even cure a simple fever? "Adam flew into a rage. If the butler hadn't stopped him, he would have probably hit someone.
Madam is pregnant, so many medicines can't be used. Moreover, your parents have also instructed me not to prescribe Western medicine for her, the doctor said, looking troubled. "The best option now is dietary therapy—improving her condition through food. But madam refuses to eat anything..."
Upon hearing this, Adam brought a bowl of porridge to Veda's bedside. He took her hand and pleaded, "Honey, please, for me, for our child, eat a little, okay?"
Veda turned her face away and said nothing.
In just a few days, she had become haggard—her face pale, her cheeks sunken, her body emaciated, except for her swollen belly, which looked startlingly large.
"What's wrong with you?" Adam's eyes reddened. "What happened? Tell me, please?"
Veda also wanted to know. Why had their once happy marriage turned into this? Why had Adam, who once loved her deeply, become a lying cheat after she got pregnant? Who could give her answers?
"Please, as long as you're willing to eat properly, I'll do anything you ask," Adam hugged her and cried. "I can't lose you and the child. If something happens to you, I'll go crazy!"
Veda forced herself to sit up. She thought, right, she couldn't die. If she died now, she would remain Adam's wife until her last breath. She didn't want to be his wife anymore—she wanted to leave him.
So, bearing nausea, Veda picked up the bowl of porridge and drank it.
When he saw that Veda was finally willing to eat, Adam was overjoyed. "You're finally eating! What else do you want? I'll tell the kitchen to make it... No! I'll make it myself!"
But no sooner had Adam finished speaking than Veda vomited up all the porridge she had just drunk.
Her body was too weak. Even if she forced herself to eat, it was useless—everything she ate came back up within a minute.
With no other choice, Adam took Veda to the hospital for observation.
But even in the hospital, Veda's condition remained critical. Her attending doctor said anxiously, "Mr. Nash, your wife's current physical condition is really not suitable for continuing the pregnancy. Otherwise, both the fetus and the mother will be in danger."
"I recommend a premature birth. However, a premature birth at this stage is still risky. It's better to wait another half a month, until the fetus is six and a half or seven months old, then perform a cesarean section."
"Will she be in danger if we do this?" Adam asked nervously.
"We're suggesting a premature birth based on the pregnant woman's current physical condition," the attending doctor said. "Once the child is born, we won't have to worry about it anymore. We'll be able to treat your wife without any distractions, doing our utmost."
"Then I agree to the premature birth," Adam said without hesitation. "Get that little brat out as soon as possible! He's made Veda suffer so much—I'll keep track of all these debts. When he grows up, I'll teach him a good lesson to avenge her!"
These words deeply moved the young nurse nearby. She couldn't help but say to Veda, who was lying in the hospital bed, "Your husband loves you so much. When other men accompany their wives for check-ups and hear there's a problem, the first thing they care about is the child... And that's the better ones. Many pregnant women come for check-ups alone, with their husbands not caring at all."
Look how much your husband cares about you. He's willing to have the baby delivered early at six months just to keep you from suffering.
Veda smiled and said nothing. Giving birth to a new life was supposed to be a sacred and happy thing, so why did she and the other pregnant women she saw seem so miserable at this moment?
She had a high fever that wouldn't subside, and she couldn't eat anything—everything she ate, she vomited back up.
"You bunch of incompetent doctors! I spent so much money to hire you, and yet you can't even cure a simple fever? "Adam flew into a rage. If the butler hadn't stopped him, he would have probably hit someone.
Madam is pregnant, so many medicines can't be used. Moreover, your parents have also instructed me not to prescribe Western medicine for her, the doctor said, looking troubled. "The best option now is dietary therapy—improving her condition through food. But madam refuses to eat anything..."
Upon hearing this, Adam brought a bowl of porridge to Veda's bedside. He took her hand and pleaded, "Honey, please, for me, for our child, eat a little, okay?"
Veda turned her face away and said nothing.
In just a few days, she had become haggard—her face pale, her cheeks sunken, her body emaciated, except for her swollen belly, which looked startlingly large.
"What's wrong with you?" Adam's eyes reddened. "What happened? Tell me, please?"
Veda also wanted to know. Why had their once happy marriage turned into this? Why had Adam, who once loved her deeply, become a lying cheat after she got pregnant? Who could give her answers?
"Please, as long as you're willing to eat properly, I'll do anything you ask," Adam hugged her and cried. "I can't lose you and the child. If something happens to you, I'll go crazy!"
Veda forced herself to sit up. She thought, right, she couldn't die. If she died now, she would remain Adam's wife until her last breath. She didn't want to be his wife anymore—she wanted to leave him.
So, bearing nausea, Veda picked up the bowl of porridge and drank it.
When he saw that Veda was finally willing to eat, Adam was overjoyed. "You're finally eating! What else do you want? I'll tell the kitchen to make it... No! I'll make it myself!"
But no sooner had Adam finished speaking than Veda vomited up all the porridge she had just drunk.
Her body was too weak. Even if she forced herself to eat, it was useless—everything she ate came back up within a minute.
With no other choice, Adam took Veda to the hospital for observation.
But even in the hospital, Veda's condition remained critical. Her attending doctor said anxiously, "Mr. Nash, your wife's current physical condition is really not suitable for continuing the pregnancy. Otherwise, both the fetus and the mother will be in danger."
"I recommend a premature birth. However, a premature birth at this stage is still risky. It's better to wait another half a month, until the fetus is six and a half or seven months old, then perform a cesarean section."
"Will she be in danger if we do this?" Adam asked nervously.
"We're suggesting a premature birth based on the pregnant woman's current physical condition," the attending doctor said. "Once the child is born, we won't have to worry about it anymore. We'll be able to treat your wife without any distractions, doing our utmost."
"Then I agree to the premature birth," Adam said without hesitation. "Get that little brat out as soon as possible! He's made Veda suffer so much—I'll keep track of all these debts. When he grows up, I'll teach him a good lesson to avenge her!"
These words deeply moved the young nurse nearby. She couldn't help but say to Veda, who was lying in the hospital bed, "Your husband loves you so much. When other men accompany their wives for check-ups and hear there's a problem, the first thing they care about is the child... And that's the better ones. Many pregnant women come for check-ups alone, with their husbands not caring at all."
Look how much your husband cares about you. He's willing to have the baby delivered early at six months just to keep you from suffering.
Veda smiled and said nothing. Giving birth to a new life was supposed to be a sacred and happy thing, so why did she and the other pregnant women she saw seem so miserable at this moment?
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