Hendrix didn't come into the bedroom. He was probably resting in the study.

The next day.

Despite the clear and bright season, there was a slight drizzle.

I woke up with a sore throat. Insomnia was enough to weaken my immune system, and I was afraid that I caught a cold. There seemed to be a correlation somewhere. As I opened my eyes, Hendrix's face in front of me sank as his hand touched my forehead.

"I might have a fever but I think I'm fine!" I said as I got up from bed.

He got up, poured some water, and gave me the medicine, "Take this medicine and rest. I'll take you to the hospital if you still don't feel better when I get back."

I nodded, laid on the bed, and watched him leave.

My fever failed to subside. I grabbed my personal documents and rode a taxi to the hospital.

Instead of going to the pulmonology department, I went straight to the general practitioner, who was an old man.

called a young man over, saying,

turned out, they were training

and sat at the table, asking me to

examinations, he glanced at the old man and

doctor nodded at him, indicating that he could be

to your spleen and

anything. He just nodded and motioned for the young man to get up. Then, he conducted an examination on

"I'm thirty-one."

asked, "Do

and then shook my head. He frowned and

don't have

surprised and said, "Judging by my examination, you

the truth, "The foetus

a pause, "If you don't want children, you can just undergo a mild treatment. However, if you do want children in the future, I'm afraid it will be difficult. You have a weak uterus,

Puzzled, I explained, "However, the child was not naturally born,

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