After being written to death by black fans, I wore a book

Hearing what Song Baiwei said, the doctor was finally relieved.

"Did you just have a miscarriage?" The doctor looked at Song Baiwei and asked, Song Baiwei didn't speak, but nodded.

"Bai Wei, I don't know what you have experienced before, but women who have had a miscarriage must not treat themselves badly. After miscarriage, the body is very weak and cannot eat raw or cold food, especially if the spleen and stomach function is not good. For women, food that is too cold can damage the spleen and stomach and affect digestion."

The doctor paused, and seeing that Song Baiwei had no intention of resisting, he continued to speak: "Besides, you can't eat greasy food, like fatty meat, etc. The fat is controlled at about [-] grams per day, because Gastric tone and bowel movements are weak after miscarriage, which can cause indigestion."

"You can't eat cold foods such as seafood. Foods after miscarriage are mainly warm and tonic. These foods are not conducive to recovery. In short, in any case, you should eat lightly, and the taste must not be too heavy. Not only These, you still need to pay attention to physical exercise, you can’t let your body collapse just because of one thing, do you hear me?”

The doctor spoke eloquently, and Song Baiwei was a little moved when he heard the doctor say these words. The two of them were clearly two completely unrelated people, and they didn't know each other at all before, but now they cared about her so much and told her these precautions.

In the past, Song Baiwei would have been very disdainful, and even felt that the doctor was nosy, but now it is different, she just thinks this rare feeling of being cared for is really good.

Song Baiwei stepped forward slightly, and hugged the doctor with open arms. She closed her eyes tightly and opened her mouth slightly: "Thank you, doctor."

The doctor stroked Song Baiwei's head. For some reason, she always felt that this girl gave her a completely different feeling from the last time she came here. She felt that she had lost a lot of hostility and was replaced by more calmness. And gentle, as if everything is bearish.

"You are still so young, don't be too discouraged, the future is still far away." The doctor sighed, although she didn't know what Song Baiwei had gone through, but she always felt that those things were not simple.

"By the way, doctor, do you have any medicine to remove these scars on my face?" Song Baiwei touched her face again. I have to say that she still can't get used to her face. With the bumpy marks on her face, Song Baiwei would think of the first time she looked directly at her face in the mirror when she just came out of the water that day.

Terrible, really terrible...

The doctor looked at Song Baiwei's small face, and his heart was naturally distressed. He has seen many people, and he has also come into contact with many people with scars on their bodies and faces, but no matter who they are, their faces do not resemble each other. Song Baiwei is so scary.

"This..." The doctor hesitated, and she looked up at Song Baiwei: "I'll prescribe you some medicine first, and you can apply it first. If you want to restore your face to its original state, I'm afraid I can't do it with my current ability." There is a way."

Song Baiwei didn't say much, this was the result she expected a long time ago, if the scars on her face wanted to be cured, there was probably no other way except to go to a plastic surgery hospital, and there was no other way to rely on a small clinic alone. The ability to keep her face intact.

"and also……"

The doctor opened his mouth and quickly closed his mouth, pursing his mouth slightly, as if there was something unspeakable.

"Doctor, what's the matter?"

Song Baiwei saw her embarrassment, and still asked, what the doctor wanted to say must have something to do with her. Song Baiwei is no longer a person who is greedy for life and afraid of death, and she has nothing to worry about.

"You, it may be difficult for you to conceive a child in the future..."

After the doctor finished speaking, he looked at the poor little girl carefully. The doctors in small clinics are different from those in large hospitals. They are more humane than those doctors, so pay special attention to Song Baiwei's expression.

Song Baiwei was stunned for a moment, and then her eyes turned red. She thought she really had nothing to worry about, but when she heard that she could no longer get pregnant, she still felt sad.

"Don't be too sad. This is not a complete negative. What's more, the medical facilities here are not complete. You don't have to worry about it. I'm just telling you as a doctor, but speaking as a stranger. , I will still encourage you to continue to work hard."

"Doctor, thank you so much. I will always remember your kindness and encouragement. I will leave first. I will send you money later."

After Song Baiwei finished speaking, she rushed out of the door, and started to cry when there was no one around. If a woman doesn't even have the ability to be a mother, what's the point?

Song Baiwei cried until she collapsed on the ground. She looked at the somewhat bright sky, and the night passed like this. Song Baiwei was afraid of being seen by others, so she braced herself up like a mouse crossing the street and shuttled back to the small hotel she rented.

The hotel clerk was still dozing off, Song Baiwei slipped back to her room smoothly, and began to search for the only things she had, only to find 50 yuan in her coat pocket.

Song Baiwei was very hungry, but she couldn't order takeaway without a mobile phone. It was already daytime, and she didn't dare to go out to buy food, so she could only curl up in a corner, hugging herself tightly to reduce her hunger.

Half a day later, Song Baiwei couldn't hold back her opinion at all. When the hotel aunt was cleaning the room, she dragged her through the door to buy a noodle, and stuffed 50 yuan through the door.

"Auntie, I'm sorry to trouble you."

"Good talk, good talk."

Aunt took the money and left, Song Baiwei could only fall into endless waiting, at this moment she thought of many people, Jiang Sheng, Ni Jing, Jiang Dong, Jiang Grandma, Jiang Grandpa...

But he just never thought of Jiang Mingyuan. Perhaps in Song Baiwei's heart, Jiang Mingyuan was already dead. Song Baiwei's opinion was that he had selectively forgotten him.

After an unknown amount of time, Song Baiwei didn't know if she was hallucinating. When she heard something moving at the door, she immediately got up and looked through the crack of the door, leaving only her aunt's back.

Song Baiwei quietly opened the door. There was a bowl of noodles at the door, but there was no change. Song Baiwei chuckled, so she had already fallen to this point.

Song Baiwei took the noodles in a self-deprecating manner and quickly closed the door. Although it was just a bowl of ordinary green vegetable noodles, Song Baiwei still ate it hungrily, even with some relish.

Song Baiwei, who was full, planned to go to the nearest ATM to withdraw some money at night. Song Baiwei usually used Jiang Dong's money, and she still had some money of her own.

When you get the money, you can return the medical expenses to the doctor, or you can find a plastic surgery hospital to repair your face.

In the dead of night, Song Baiwei went out on foot again. Based on her memory when she came, she felt as if she had seen an ATM before, so she hurried to it.