noffsinger Chapter 1 You are pregnant
Chapter 1 You are pregnant
Emergency Department, Beijing Hospital.
The smell of disinfectant filled her nostrils, and An Xiaoyue slowly woke up.
The nurse changing the dressing for another patient saw that she was awake and asked, "An Xiaoyue, are you feeling unwell?"
"No."
"Don't overwork yourself these days, you're pregnant."
An Xiaoyue instantly woke up, "Pregnant?"
The nurse joked, "You haven't had your period, didn't you know?"
“I…” An Xiaoyue hesitated.
I don't know how to explain the matter of the Dark Scripture, but it seems there's no need to explain it.
The nurse went to the table, grabbed a stack of papers, and tossed them to her. "Your medical record and payment slip are here. You can scan the code to pay and leave."
Feeling pressured by the stares of those around her, An Xiaoyue didn't dare to look closely at the bills and medical records, and instead opened WeChat to scan the QR code to pay.
She walked out of the observation room and frantically checked her WeChat messages, afraid of being marked absent again and having her full attendance bonus deducted.
The store manager did send a message, but...
[An Xiaoyue, you don't need to come to your part-time job anymore. After you fainted this time, and with your mother being rushed to the hospital, you left, leaving only one other colleague working alone. She was overwhelmed and getting verbally abused by customers. No one wants to work with you now, so this month's wages will be yours.]
Looking at her salary of 1080 yuan, An Xiaoyue immediately dialed the store manager's voice call.
"Manager, please give me another chance. I really need this part-time job, please."
The store manager, with a hard heart, said: "An Xiaoyue, everyone has their own difficulties. If you can't handle things well, that's your problem. Begging won't help."
"Manager, my mother needs a liver transplant, and I really need this part-time job. I'm so sorry, but I can cover the shift myself so the person I'm supposed to work with can take a break..."
Before he could even utter the word "rest," the voice call was abruptly cut off.
Helpless tears instantly flowed out, sliding down to my lips, cold and salty.
Zhong Lingxi, the girl's friend, rushed over. The person who called hadn't explained clearly, only telling her that Xiaoyue had fainted while doing part-time work and had been taken away by an ambulance.
Seeing An Xiaoyue gritting her teeth and putting on a tearful face, he panicked.
"Xiaoyue, are you alright?"
An Xiaoyue lowered her head, not daring to look at Zhong Lingxi.
"Lingxi, let me treat you to that grape-flavored fruit tea."
An Xiaoyue forced a smile, but her heart was filled with unbearable bitterness.
Fruit tea!
Zhong Lingxi's internal alarm bells rang loudly, "What are you doing!"
Startled, she pinched An Xiaoyue's chin, looking her up and down.
Xiaoyue's face was pale and her skin was clean, but her eyes were dark and dull.
Aside from malnutrition and lack of sleep, there's no indication that he has any serious illness.
Xiaoyue only pays eighteen yuan an hour, and she finishes the drink in just a few gulps.
That was Aunt An's life-saving money, and Xiaoyue actually used it to treat her to fruit tea. Something must have happened that Xiaoyue couldn't handle.
"An Xiaoyue, what's wrong with you?" Zhong Lingxi's voice trembled, and she was on the verge of crying. "Don't bear it all alone. You have me and my parents."
"That's why I said I'd treat you to fruit tea. Let's find a place to sit, and I'll tell you."
"I don't drink fruit tea, I'll go to the park next door. It's free to sit in the park."
The two grew up together, and An Xiaoyue understood Zhong Lingxi's intentions all too well.
She was protecting her strong sense of self-esteem.
A fruit tea costing around twenty yuan isn't expensive for most people, but it's very expensive for her.
Twenty-odd yuan could be a day's nursing care fee, bed fee, or a painkiller injection for the mother.
What others can easily order as a drink is like a mountain to her.
The autumn wind was already chilly, and its icy touch on the face instantly sobered one up and brought back all reason.
Even sitting in the sun, An Xiaoyue couldn't feel any warmth.
"Look." An Xiaoyue took out the examination report and handed it to Zhong Lingxi.
She gazed at the bare tree branches and the withered, yellow lawn, feeling utterly desolate.
She's a medical student dedicated to healing and saving lives; is she really going to be burdened with the responsibility of a life loss before even graduating?
Zhong Lingxi quickly scanned the diagnosis on the test report: early pregnancy.
"you are pregnant!"
Zhong Ling stood up straight with a bang, angrily rolled up her sleeves, determined to make a big scene.
"Damn it, who's the man who bullied you? I'll beat him up."
Even if it means overturning the constitution, they'll still send men to work as sewing machines!
An Xiaoyue looked at Zhong Lingxi with emotion, "I did it voluntarily."
Zhong Lingxi's arrogance vanished instantly, like a deflated balloon. She silently sat back down next to An Xiaoyue and hugged her frail body tightly.
Even if she did it voluntarily, it would be in vain for her to search through legal documents.
“You can’t even detect this secret condition,” Zhong Lingxi comforted her. “I think you’re only eight weeks along, so it should be okay to have it done. I’ll find a hospital for you now, and I’ll go with you.”
“But…” An Xiaoyue’s nose tingled, and tears streamed down her face. “Eight weeks, it has a fetal heartbeat and embryo.”
An Xiaoyue, who usually doesn't cry, couldn't hold back her tears and snot even as she bit her lip until it bled.
One life was not allowed to come, and another life could not be kept; she felt that her life was terrible.
Zhong Lingxi hugged the person even tighter; it was something she had to do.
The real problems are right here: Aunt An is sick and needs countless amounts of money, and Xiaoyue still has four years before graduation.
Xiaoyue herself is so frail and weak, how could she possibly raise a child?
Having the child is unrealistic.
Zhong Lingxi sighed silently. All her words of comfort seemed pale in the face of Xiaoyue, and she had no way to help Xiaoyue.
The only thing I can do is offer Xiaoyue a hug and a shoulder to lean on when she's feeling down.
“Lingxi, I haven’t saved a single person yet, and I’ve already killed one.”
An Xiaoyue couldn't accept it, and her fists clenched tightly.
"Lingxi, I've tried so hard, why is my life still a mess?"
"Lingxi, I'm so tired. I really want to go back to Jincheng. Back then, my mother wasn't sick, and I could just focus on my studies."
She was diagnosed with dysmenorrhea during her adolescence, meaning she would never menstruate but would still be fertile.
That night was so short, how could she have known she'd get pregnant on the first try?
Why is an emergency contraceptive pill so expensive?
Why is an anti-inflammatory ointment so expensive?
After paying the medical bills, all the money she had was enough to buy a tube of anti-inflammatory ointment.
It was cold, and there weren't many people in the park.
The two girls hugged each other, tears streaming down their faces.
An Xiaoyue cried, and Zhong Lingxi cried along with her.
"Jingle Bell……"
An Xiaoyue's phone was ringing loudly on the chair. When she saw the caller ID, her tears stopped abruptly, and her heart was gripped with anxiety.
She answered the phone nervously, "Hello, doctor."
"Your mother's medical expenses are insufficient. Pay within three days, or we will stop her medication."
As soon as he finished speaking, the phone was hung up.
An Xiaoyue looked at the shattered phone screen, and her heart almost broke as well.
Her thoughts were in turmoil, and she unconsciously stroked her flat stomach, muttering to herself.
Little baby, I'm sorry, I'm not able to raise you.
Go back and find someone who is rich, has time, and has parents.
"What's wrong, Aunt An?" Zhong Ling asked, pleased to see her deep in thought after finishing the phone call, her brows furrowed with worry.
"It's nothing." An Xiaoyue forced a smile. "Lingxi, I'm going to the hospital."
"Xiaoyue, I just got my salary. I'll transfer it to you. If it's not enough, I'll figure something out."
I can't transfer money in front of Aunt An, it will hurt her feelings.
"No, I have it."
Zhong Lingxi paused as she entered the password, realizing something was wrong.
How much does An Xiaoyue earn from her part-time job? Aunt An's medical expenses are a bottomless pit. Where does Xiaoyue get the money?
"An Xiaoyue, tell me honestly, what exactly is going on with this pregnancy?"
An Xiaoyue remained completely calm. "Medical expenses."
There were only three words, but Zhong Lingxi understood them all.
She wanted to say something in exasperation, but she bit her tongue and swallowed it back.
She knew Xiaoyue's situation best; Xiaoyue would do anything for money.
She couldn't help Xiaoyue at all, so how could she blame Xiaoyue?
That night...