Doctor Jiang’s Beloved Sweetheart

"Think about it now. When I was a kid, I did all the mischievous things that were enough to make my dad a headache!"

Thinking of the past, Yan Nian's tone became lighter.

"I still remember one time, I was only seven or eight years old, and then I took a slingshot and broke the window next door. There was a small fat pier in the room, which was stabbed in the eye by glass!"

"Originally scared me, I will find my dad when I go back!"

"My dad hit me with a stick and said he would goug my eyes out and put them on someone else. I was crying at the time. I was so scared!"

"Then I learned the next day that Xiao Pangdun had touched the porcelain on purpose, and the glass didn't pierce his eyes at all!"

"You say irritating but not irritating, I have always remembered this, such a small child knows to touch porcelain!"

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"I also remember that when your father hit you, he cried at night."

"Huh? Really?"

Yannian didn't even know about it.

She only knows that her skin is broken and it hurts!

"Well, he is a perceptual lord, he doesn't say anything, just you, a girl, he beat you, of course he didn't feel good."

Yannian listened quietly, and suddenly stopped speaking.

Suddenly, he discovered that Ma Xueyan's three sentences, both of which are inseparable from the words of her reputation.

People, when they are about to die, are often the ones she loves most.

Will she and Jiang Beiyuan do the same in the future?

One is gone, and the other left is the most painful.

Yannian felt very touched, and after hanging up the towel, she pushed Ma Xueyan back to the bedroom and changed her to clean clothes.

"There is an open space next to my dad, if you want, you can bury you there."

"What qualifications do I have?"

Ma Xueyan smiled bitterly and raised her mouth.

"Thirteen years of marriage, he has never really touched me once...In his heart, the woman he loves most will always be your mother. He treats me well, and is more like a courtesy to a stranger."

"A husband and wife will have a hundred days of grace, and they must have love for you. I can only bury you there, otherwise I can't think of other places."

Yannian's voice was dull and felt uncomfortable. She turned her head and wiped tears from the corner of her eyes.

Ma Xueyan's words "what qualifications do I have" made her feel compassionate.

"The house here is about to be demolished, so just bury me under this house! I have lived here for most of my life. I feel uncomfortable to go to other places."

"Aren't you alone?"

"Life."

Life.

Not much to say.

After all, he nodded.

Ma Xueyan took Yannian's hand and asked her to open the bedside table. There was a big box inside.

The black box was covered with dust, and after opening, the aroma of medicinal materials came to the face.

"this is……?"

"Trilobite."

"my God……"

Yannian went to the Chinese Medicine Institute, and Aunt Qiao prescribed the traditional Chinese medicine for Yannian to prevent miscarriage, and mentioned this clover.

This is a very rare Chinese medicinal material nowadays. It has an excellent effect on preventing fetuses, replenishing blood and qi. After taking it, pregnant women are not prone to premature delivery and difficult delivery.

However, clover velvet usually grows on the mountain. Wild velvet is produced once every 20 years, and it is difficult to buy on the market.

"I know that you had a dystocia last time, and that you were pregnant again this time. I went to the mountains with someone to collect them."

"Thank you. Really thank you."

Yannian's heart was moved and she held Ma Xueyan's hand.

All the hatred disappeared in an instant, and for Ma Xueyan, she no longer had extra feelings.