Mr. Fu, please stop being abusive. Madam has already signed the divorce papers.

However, at this moment, Wen Liang suddenly dropped the bowl on the table, threw off the quilt, ran out of bed, and vomited into the trash can.

Fu Zheng was startled and hurriedly opened the door and walked in quickly. He walked quickly to Wen Liang and patted Wen Liang on the back.

The few mouthfuls of white porridge Wen Liang just drank were all spat out.

After vomiting, Wen Liang wanted to go to the bathroom to rinse her mouth, but Fu Zheng directly picked her up and put her back on the bed, "Don't move."

After saying that, he immediately poured a glass of warm water, placed it on the bedside, and brought the trash can over.

Wen Liang didn't look at him, picked up the cup, drank water, rinsed his mouth, spit it into the trash can, then picked up the bowl and continued drinking porridge.

Fu Zheng didn't say anything, just stood far away and watched Wen Liang eat.

Unexpectedly, after taking a few mouthfuls, Wen Liang put down the bowl, lay down on the bed and vomited. The sour water came out, and physiological tears could not stop pouring out of the corners of his eyes.

Fu Zheng came over quickly, frowned and patted Wen Liang's back, and put the bowl further away, "Don't eat it yet, I'll call the doctor."

Fu Zheng strode away, followed soon by a doctor.

The doctor asked about Wen Liang's physical sensations, and then used a stethoscope to listen to Wen Liang's gastrointestinal region.

Then, the doctor took the stethoscope off his ear, stood up and walked out without saying anything.

Fu Zheng followed the doctor outside the ward and asked, "Doctor, how is it? Why does she vomit when she eats?"

"Based on the patient's own narrative and my examination, there is no problem with the patient's gastrointestinal part. I suspect it is psychological. Many women will have psychological disorders after miscarriage or childbirth, mild or severe. Each person's family situation They are different, and the reasons are also different. I suggest you find a psychiatrist to take a look."

After hearing these words, Fu Zheng paused, and a thought flashed through his mind.

She is forcing herself to eat!

"Okay, thank you doctor."

"You're welcome." The doctor turned and left.

Fu Zheng stood there and turned to look at the window. In the ward, Wen Liang was sitting on the bed, staring blankly out the other window without blinking.

Fu Zheng immediately asked a psychiatrist to come over.

After briefly explaining the situation, the psychiatrist pushed the door open alone.

Fu Zheng stood outside the window and observed.

Seeing another doctor come in, Wen Liang glanced at her and then looked back.

The psychiatrist is trying to guide Wenliang to talk, but Wenliang still rarely speaks.

After about half an hour, the psychiatrist came out of the ward and said to Fu Zheng, "The patient has too strong a sense of self-protection and is too vigilant. Even if I try my best to guide her, she is reluctant to speak. I heard that she Is it a single-parent family and the father has passed away?”

"Yes."

"That's right. According to my judgment, after this miscarriage, the patient developed some self-loathing and self-abandonment, lost his love for life, and had a tendency to anorexia. This is an early manifestation of depressive disorder, also commonly known as Depression. If it’s more serious, you may self-harm or even commit suicide.”

Fu Zheng was shocked and turned his head unconsciously to look at Wen Liang in the ward.

She was still looking out the window blankly as before.

He never thought that Wen Liang would suffer from depression.

He thought of the sixteen-year-old Wen Liang who first arrived at the Fu family. He was well-behaved, young, reserved and obedient. When he saw him, he would politely call him second brother and smile sweetly.

At that time, she loved to laugh.

But this girl who loves to laugh is now prone to depression.

All because of him!

"Doctor, how should I treat it?"

The psychiatrist said, "The patient's condition is not serious at present. I don't recommend taking medicine. We still need to rely on the understanding and care of the family to slowly guide the patient's emotions, try to meet her requirements, and don't put too much pressure on her. Generally speaking, this In this case, it would be much better to travel and relax.”

"Okay... I see."

After watching the psychiatrist leave, Fu Zheng stood there for a while, looking far ahead, thinking deeply and thinking hard.

Just then, a mobile phone rang.

Fu Zheng came to his senses, picked up the phone and saw that it was Special Assistant Yang's call.

Although Special Assistant Yang is an employee of the Fu Group, he is no different from Fu Zheng's personal secretary.

After Fu Zheng resigned from the Fu Group, he also resigned from the group to help Fu Zheng handle other investments and industries.

"Hello? What's the matter?" Fu Zheng answered the phone, with a slight impatience in his tone.

Teshu Yang heard it and told a long story short, "Mr. Fu, Chairman Fu left a will before his death. Now that the funeral has been completed, the lawyer will announce the will. The group will hold a shareholders' meeting. The chairman's wife invites you to come to the company!"

The chairman's wife is also the old lady. The purpose of inviting Fu Zheng to the company is very obvious.

When the old man passes away, the shares in his hands must be distributed to his descendants. No matter how much, Fu Zheng will definitely have a share.

Moreover, after his death, the old man made the final decision on the shares in Fu Rong's hands and distributed them to Fu Zheng and Fu Yue respectively.

Fu Zheng holds shares and is one of the shareholders of the group, so he should participate in the shareholders' meeting.

Fu Zheng said, "I'm not free now. Find a reason to cover it up. Don't tell grandma that I'm in the hospital yet."

Fu Zheng has not informed the old lady about Wen Liang's miscarriage.

He was afraid that the old lady had just experienced the pain of losing her husband and would not be able to bear it.

"This……"

Special Assistant Yang wanted to say something more, but Fu Zheng interrupted him, "How's the thing I asked you to do?"

"Don't worry, Mr. Fu, Lingyun Temple has been contacted. You can go there at any time."

"Yes." Fu Zheng hung up the phone.

He looked into the distance and sighed softly, his eyes firm.

You have to make a choice after all.

Fu Zheng pushed the door open and walked into the ward, stopping one meter away from the bed, "Ah Liang."

Wen Liang still didn't look at him.

Fu Zheng didn't force it. He sighed softly and said, "The doctor said you have a tendency to be depressed now."

Oh.

It turns out that the one just now was a psychiatrist.

Wen Liang noticed something while talking.

It turned out that she had also reached the point of seeing a psychiatrist.

"Don't you want to divorce me? Don't you want to leave your job and go abroad? I promise you, I can divorce you wherever you want."

Fu Zheng seemed to say these words calmly, but in fact he had exhausted all his strength.

If he knew that Wen Liang would not only lose her child but also suffer from depression if she was with him, he would definitely let her go.

Although it was a little late now, he still hoped that she would be healthy.

Looking back on the past three years of marriage, he couldn't think of anything romantic, happy, or worthy of lifelong memory. On the contrary, only the memory of the past three months was particularly profound. He had hurt her too much.

Let's end it.

He knew she would never forgive him again.

He didn't dare to ask for her forgiveness anymore.

He only hoped that she would be healthy, happy, and spend this life peacefully in the future.

Hearing these words, Wen Liang laughed out loud.

What started as a chuckle turned into laughter.

Tears of laughter almost came out.

"A Liang..." Fu Zheng whispered worriedly.

After a long time, she finally stopped laughing, stretched out her fingers to wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes, and looked at Fu Zheng lightly, "Fu Zheng, what's the point of saying this now?"

Fu Zheng lowered his eyes, "I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry? What's the use of being sorry? Can it make the child live? How many times have you told me you're sorry? And then what?!"

Fu Zheng was silent and speechless.

Wen Liang smiled mockingly, "Do you still remember that you once promised me a condition?"