Sweet Pregnant Wife,Be Good!

Moreover, it is also a private matter of the patient. It is not convenient for him to inquire too much about it. On that day, he told Xue he to take good care of his body in the next period of time. He could not be too tired or think too much. When he gave Xue he examination, he felt that Xue he had prenatal depression Trillion.

After listening to the doctor's words, Han Qichen slowly released his hand. Xue he was always depressed this time. Is it because of Gu Qian's affairs.

But he and Gu Qian are basically cooperative relations, there is nothing between them.

But Han Qichen knew that it was too late for him to say anything.

"Mr. Han, Miss Xue had not only signs of miscarriage, but also signs of prenatal depression." The doctor told Han Qichen all the information in one breath.

In Han Qichen's deep eyes, there was a cold chill, "prenatal Depression. "

If he had known Xue he's situation earlier, he would not have neglected her feelings because he was busy working during this period.

The doctor slowly lowered his eyes, "at that time, Miss Xue didn't let me tell you..."

Han Qichen had an impulse to hit people, but he still resisted it.

"How's her health now? Is it ok..."

the doctor shook his head honestly. Xue he was pregnant for the first time, and the situation before that was not very optimistic. "Miss Xue suffered a heavy physical injury this time, and her heart hurt too much when she woke up. This is not conducive to the recovery of her body."

"What should I do next?"

The doctor helped the glasses on her face, "try not to let her stay alone in the room, avoid some topics that can make her associate with children. It is better not to mention the word" child "in front of her. Talk to her more, or find something else for her to divert her attention. I think Miss Xue should be able to get out of her sadness very quickly

Han Qichen nodded.

Through the window, he looked deep into the inside. Xue he still kept his position, and his eyes were still empty.

Han Qichen seemed to hear the sound of heartbreak. If he could, he would rather bear the pain for Xue he, whether it was spiritual or physical.

Han Qichen has been sitting outside Xue he's ward all afternoon.

Aunt Cui and assistant Jiang rushed over.

"Sir, what's going on here? It's OK. Why is it suddenly..." Aunt Cui breathed heavily and looked at Han Qichen's lonely look. After all, she didn't have the heart to say those two words.

Han Qichen slowly stood up, his body was full of unspeakable pain, "aunt Cui, you go first, I'll tell you when I have time."

Aunt Cui saw that Han Qichen was in a bad mood and didn't ask much, so she entered Xue he's ward.

Assistant Jiang saw the wound on Han Qichen's forehead, as well as the dried up blood. "President, the blood on your face..."

Han Qichen remembered his forehead injury at this time, with a look of indifference.

At the strong request of assistant Jiang, Han Qichen was dragged to the treatment room for treatment of the wound. Fortunately, the wound was not very deep, only a small incision was cut.

After the treatment of the wound, Han Qichen, without a moment's delay, returned to Xue he's ward again.

Because he knew Xue he didn't want to see himself now, so he had to stay outside the door.

"President, you haven't eaten lunch yet, or I'll go out and buy some." Assistant Jiang asked in a low voice.