“No way!”
I deny Steven Song’s thought without thinking.
My period is still a few days away, even if I was pregnant, the morning sickness wouldn’t show up in
less than a month.
Most important of all, I always took medicine secretly after we had sex.
So, I can never ever be pregnant.
“Why are you so sure?” Steven Song asks me doubtfully.
“No is no. You want me to tell you details?” I don’t want to explain too much and my attitude becomes
impatient.
Steven Song doesn’t keep asking, “maybe you just have a stomach problem. Let’s go to the hospital.”
The vomit makes me uncomfortable, so I agree with him.
“My purse is still on the seat, I’ll get it.”
“I’ll get the car and wait you at the door.”
Then Steven Song goes out.
Frances Louis is absorbed in the show that I had thought to steal my bag and leave.
I sneak to my seat. Had My hand touched the bag when Frances Louis caught it.
My heart skips a beat.
“Where’re you going?”
He asks, turning to me with a cold face.
I look around at the crowd and whisper to him, “Don’t! There are so many people.”
I am afraid if anyone tells his wife about me and him.
“Then let’s go to a place with less people.”
He strides out.
I have no choice but to follow him out.
As we walk outside, Steven Song's car is just at the door.
“Tell me.” Facing me with his back, Frances Louis asks lightly.
“I’ll go to the hospital. My stomach feels uncomfortable.”
Then, I walk straight into Steven Song's car and close the door.
Whatever is wrong with my body, it can’t be pregnancy, so there is no need to make it clear to Frances
Louis.
I peep at Frances Louis's face, which doesn’t look good.
But now I'm so sick that I can't care too much.
Soon, we arrive at the hospital. Steven Song is confused when it’s my turn to register.
“Which department?” He turns his head and asks me.
“Internal Medicine Department.” I say.
He thinks for a moment, shakes his head and says, “I think the gynecology department is better.”
Obviously, he still doesn’t believe that I am not pregnant.
Knowing that I am definitely not pregnant, I don’t bother to argue with him and go with him to the
gynecology department.
“What’s the matter?” The doctor asks.
“Nausea, vomiting and dizziness.” I answer frankly.
The doctor's first reaction is that I am pregnant.
“When did your last menstruation begin?”
“Doctor, I am not pregnant. I have always taken long-acting contraceptives.”
“We can’t be 100% sure of it. Have a blood test.”
The doctor gives me a sheet and Steven Song accompanies me to the laboratory. Because the hospital
is empty at night, the results comes out quickly.
I look at the inspection result: HCG is negative. I am not pregnant!
“Check it out, I am not pregnant!”
I roll my eyes and throw the result to Steven Song.
After checking the result, Steven Song feels a little embarrassed and smiles at me awkwardly, “Just in
case, the doctor also said we can’t be 100% sure of it.”
I go downstairs and give the result to the doctor. Then she gives me a B ultrasound sheet to check my
stomach.
Another running up and down, there is still no problem of me.
I feel hopeless, and the doctor is also frowning. She purses her lips and says, “B ultrasound may also
have inaccurate time, or you go to do a gastroscope.”
Gastroscope?
Just the thought of a tube down my throat makes me shudder, so I shake my head and say no.
It's just dizziness and vomiting. It's not a big problem. I don't want to suffer so much!
“I know you're afraid of gastroscopes, but your body is important...” The doctor looks up and tries to
persuade me earnestly. Suddenly, her eyes are fixed on my head.
“What happened with your forehead?”
“I got a hit in the morning.” I reply.
“I know! The doctor pats his head and says happily, “How can I be so stupid? Do you have a mild
concussion? The typical reaction of a concussion is dizziness and wanting to throw up. How could I
forget that!”
My mouth twitches and I don’t know what to say.
How did she pass the qualification for practicing medicine?
After finding out the cause of the disease, the doctor gives me some medicine and says, “Take a good
rest. It's nothing serious. If you feel uncomfortable again, just come to the hospital.”
Somehow, I want to laugh after we get out from the hospital.
Maybe Steven Song is sorry for his poor judgment. He is too embarrassed to talk to me and doesn’t
say a word all the way.
I feel bored and take out my phone to tweet, only to find two missed calls, both from Frances
Louis.
Somehow, | want to laugh after we get out from the hospital.
Maybe Steven Song is sorry for his poor judgment. He is too embarrassed to talk to me and doesn't
say a word all the way.
| feel bored and take out my phone to tweet, only to find two missed calls, both from Frances
Louis.
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