Forced to become his stand-in wife

It is much more difficult for a man to abort than a woman, the doctor sent the man directly to the operating room, and as soon as he put it down, Ling Qiu struggled to get up.

He pushed away the doctors and nurses in front of him fiercely, clutching his stomach firmly, sweat seeped from his forehead and fell down his chin, and the loose T-shirt on his body was tightly pressed against his skin, outlining his thin figure.

"Don't touch me please let go of my baby please"

Ling Qiu struggled to get out of this cold place, but was firmly held down by someone, who grabbed his thin wrist, making him unable to break free.

The cramping in the abdomen intensified, and every time the uterine membrane contracted, it seemed to be crushing his spine, which was so intense that it was terrifying.

Endure one wave, and there is an even worse wave waiting for him.

Ling Qiu shook into a ball, and when the pain was extreme, he opened his mouth and wanted to bite his lip. The doctor was worried that he would bite himself, so he stuffed a towel into his mouth.

It hurts so much, who will save him, if the doctors don't save him, who else can save him?

Qin Muyang lied to him that he didn't love him or his own child, he said that he only wanted the child's fetal heart.

No wonder he always asked him, how is the child's heart?

He couldn't bear the baby, couldn't.

The pain in his stomach was unbearable, Ling Qiu raised his head and watched his stomach slide down, he clamped his legs tightly.

Baby, don't leave your father's belly. If you are born, what awaits you is heartache.

Stay well in Dad's stomach, Dad's stomach is warm, no pain, no discomfort.

Surging cold sweat dripped all over his body, the chill seemed to seep into his bone marrow, Ling Qiu tried his best to bear the pain, suppressing the intermittent moans, all thoughts in his heart were filled with despair.

The nurse watched from the side, seeing that there was no movement under her body, she was a little flustered: "Doctor Li, is it possible that the patient is unable to give birth?"

Doctor Li had undergone a few major surgeries anyway, he was a person who had seen big scenes, when he saw Ling Qiu holding his breath and shrinking his thighs, he knew that it wasn't that he couldn't give birth, but that he didn't want to give birth.

He immediately ordered: "Bring the birth needle."

The nurse hurriedly made preparations and handed the needle to the doctor. Dr. Li took it and said, "Press his hand and don't let him move around."

The needle pierced into the thin flesh, Ling Qiu opened his eyes wide, looking at the gleaming needle, the cold liquid in the syringe was slowly pushed into the flesh.

This needle is like a reminder.

The uterine membrane contracted again, and the baby's position had sunk very low, and the previously round belly was now pear-shaped, touching the base of the legs.

The sharp pain changed, urging him to push down hard, almost an instinctive impulse he couldn't control.

Ling Qiu clamped his hips in a panic, trying his best to endure the pain, but the desire to push became more and more violent each time.

Can’t, can’t I give birth to Anbao, please hold on, don’t come out of Dad’s belly, please

The pain suddenly reached its peak, Ling Qiu cried hoarsely.

Then there was a stabbing pain in his heart, Ling Qiu bent over and coughed, a mouthful of blood was blocked in his throat by a towel.

Ling Qiu's breathing was already weak, but now he had the illusion of being suffocated to death.

Seeing that his face was pale, the doctor immediately pulled out the towel from his mouth. There was a mouthful of blood when he pulled it.

The bright red blood flowed down the corner of his mouth like a coquettish flower on the white hospital bed.

"Difficult labor."

When the doctor spit out these two words, the face of the nurse next to him changed drastically.

"There is only an operation. You take out the critical illness notice and ask Mr. Qin to sign it."

"Yes." The nurse anxiously let go of Ling Qiu's hand, and ran out in a panic.

The amniotic fluid in Ling Qiu's belly had already broken, and now his legs were all sticky with blood, continuously flowing on the white sheet beneath him, drop after drop, refusing to stop, flowing more and more urgently, forming a twisted stream blood line.

Ling Qiu's consciousness began to slacken, and he could smell death approaching.

In fact, it’s fine to die like this, there is nothing worth commemorating in this world, so let’s die with the baby

Qin Muyang has always hated him, hated him, and lied to him just to see him suffer, dragging him into heaven and pushing him into hell.

Covered in mud and defeated miserably.