Purchased A Mr. Right
Chapter 1254

Ectopic pregnancy?

Tubal rupture?

Emerson was shocked by these keywords. Watching her being pushed to the operating room with her eyes closed, he was greatly sad.

The doctor just said that if she was sent over later, she would not be saved.

Emerson thought about it and felt scared. Fortunately, they were having breakfast near the hospital. Otherwise, the consequences would be unimaginable. She was still so young and so beautiful, like a flower bud that had not yet bloomed. How could she wither?

There was definitely no way to save the child.

When she woke up and found that her child was gone, she would be very sad. Emerson could not bear to see that.

Anthea woke up that night.

After the operation, she had been asleep for a long time. She was lying on the bed in a large hospital gown. Her face was pale and weak, but still beautiful.

She was like a peach blossom that was about to wilt, with a beauty of dilapidation.

Emerson had been guarding her. When Anthea opened her eyes, the first person she saw was him.

It was dark outside the window, and the ward was lit. The footsteps of the doctors and nurses in the corridor were very light, and only the ticking sound of infusion filled people's ears.

Anthea blankly looked at the ceiling and then hurriedly touched her lower abdomen with both hands.

The effect of the anesthetic had passed, and the wound was in pain. Before she lost consciousness, she felt uneasy.

Emerson stood up from the chair and hurriedly stopped her. "Little girl, don't move. You were put on a drip!"

He pulled the infusion support over and pressed on her arm, afraid that she would be hurt by the needle in her blood vessels.

Anthea was still touching.

In fact, it was very flat before. In the early period of pregnancy, there was no sign of swelling at all. Except for the sabers, there was no change. But her heart sank again and again, falling into a dry well where the sun could not be seen, cold and damp.

Anthea grabbed Emerson's sleeve and asked anxiously in a hoarse voice, "Young Master Chiang, where is my child? Is my child okay?"

Emerson did not answer.

"Say it!" Anger appeared on Anthea's pale face. She gritted her teeth and shouted in a low voice, "If you don't tell me, I'll go to the doctor myself!"

She struggled to get off the bed.

Emerson quickly stopped her and stood by the hospital bed. His voice was a little hoarse. "Little girl, you are still so young, and you will have children in the future!"

"What do you mean?" Anthea stared at him.

Emerson was silent for a while, and showed sympathy on his handsome face. "The child is gone!"

Anthea was stunned.

Her big clear eyes lost its shine, and there was an unspeakable confusion on her blank face, which made people distressed.

Emerson held her shoulder tightly and sighed helplessly. "Little girl, don't be too sad! The doctor said that you are ectopic pregnant. Even if it's all right this time, the child can't be kept. It will die sooner or later!' Grandpa was dead.

The child was also gone.

After two consecutive fatal blows, Anthea was knocked down.

Her dim eyes were as dark as deep pools, big tears bursting out. She raised her hand to cover her eyes and burst into tears.

The ward was filled with her sobs.

Anthea's shoulders twitched violently, tears and snot flowing out.

She had never cried so sadly.

Anthea heard Emerson constantly calling her little girl, giving her paper tissues to wipe tears, and comforting her, but she couldn't hear clearly and didn't want to hear it. She cried so hard that she was almost exhausted.

In the end, Emerson had no choice but to call a doctor to give her a sedative.

At six o'clock in the morning, the sun rose from the east.

It was getting warmer and warmer. The window was opened and fresh air came in.

The door of the ward was pushed open and Emerson walked in with breakfast.

He was wearing a dark blue suit, which made him very well-behaved. But the top two buttons of his white shirt were unbuttoned, revealing

his collarbone. Besides, he wore a pair of sneakers. In whole, he looked natural and unrestrained.

Emerson's facial features were outstanding, and there was always a smile on his face, which attracted a lot of women's attention.

The female nurse, who was taking Anthea's blood pressure, secretly glanced at him a few times.

When Emerson came in, he strode to the window and said, "Why did you open the window? Didn't I say that you couldn't get in a draught for the whole month after the operation? What if you can't recover completely?"

After Anthea had tranquilizers when she woke up, she had calmed down a lot.

The five-fingered fingerprints on her face had disappeared and couldn't be seen, but there was a cut on her abdomen. She was still very weak and pale.

Anthea frowned and asked, "Why are you still here?"

"Don't worry, I'm not busy. If the boss has to do everything, then why should I hire so many people?" Emerson showed an evil smile on his face, which made the nurse focus her eyes on him. "I just bought chicken porridge and brought it back. Eat it when it's still hot. There are Chinese wolfberry and red dates in it, which can nourish your Qi and blood. It's good for your health!"

Anthea nodded.

The nurse put away the blood pressure device and looked at Emerson, who was pouring porridge into the bowl in front of the window. She couldn't help but say enviously, "Miss Lee, your husband is very kind to you! Since you were sent to the hospital, he has been guarding you. You don't need to hire a nurse!"

"What's more, he buys different nutrient food for you. Last night, I saw him buy a chicken and send it to the opposite restaurant to ask them to cook chicken soup. He takes great care of you. You are so happy!" "He's not my husband." Anthea shook her head.

"Ah, sorry, I thought..." The female nurse made a mistake, looking embarrassed. Then she asked curiously, "Where is your husband?"

Anthea looked down and said, "He went on a mission."

"Mission?" The nurse was surprised.

"He is a soldier," Anthea said.

Upon hearing this, the female nurse exclaimed in a low voice, "No wonder he is not here when such a big event happened to you! It turns out that he is a

soldier! Soldier is the most respectable profession. To defend the country is hardworking. Your husband must be an excellent soldier and has a promising future!" Anthea whispered, "Yes..."

In the past, when she heard others praise Adam like this, she would always raise her chin proudly.

This time, she lowered her head with pain in her eyes.

The nurse put on the drip for Anthea and left the ward. Emerson put the chicken porridge in front of her, as well as the dishes on the table.

Anthea picked up the spoon to eat porridge. She didn't want to waste Emerson's goodwill.

She ate very slowly, like chewing wax.

When Emerson saw her thin and weak body in her hospital gown, he paused and asked, "Little girl, my father is in an important position in the army. They can contact each other through special channels. Do you want me to contact Adam for you and tell him?"