Love in the Midst of Mistaken Identities

"It's very difficult to say," the doctor looked at the case, "your uterus has been hit hard, and there is a great chance of infertility, but it's not that you can't get pregnant, it's just a smaller chance."

"And ..." With that said, the doctor's words became extremely serious. "Ms. Xia, I don't want to hide from you. This child may be the only child in your life, so you have to think carefully."

Xia Ruoxin just nodded his head calmly, and then slowly stood up. His right hand was always carefully placed on his lower abdomen.

Is this the miracle God gave her, and the compensation given to her? In her most desperate days, she was given such an important baby, a child belonging to her, a loved one, and the only loved one.

But is it really the time for this child to come?

She lowered her head and looked at her flat belly, her poor child, destined to be loved by her alone.

However, she will take good care of this child. The only child in her life will not let others hurt him or bully him.

After she left, the doctor put down the case in her hand and sighed slightly, really a stubborn woman.

In the house of the Chu family, Xiao Hong put a bunch of paper away. She didn't know what it was, so she put it together and put it aside, and she had forgotten it when she was doing other things. .

The door was pushed open, and Xiao Hong saw Xia Ruoxin, Madam, before she finished speaking, she saw Xia Ruoxin's hand wrapped in plaster.

"Ma'am, what's wrong with your hand? Why did you cast it?" She quickly dropped the thing in her hand and ran in stride.

Xia Ruo smiled awkwardly, "It's okay, Xiao Hong, I just fell," she set her gaze aside, and she smiled sadly in the past. And her hand was always stroking and tapping on her lower abdomen.

Baby, you rest assured that mother will take good care of herself, and yours.

The corner of her lips finally had a subtle happiness, which was given by this unborn child.

She doesn't care who his father is or what her father has done, she just knows that this is her child and her little angel.

"Ma'am, wouldn't the doctor have the wrong hand?" Xiao Hong bit her finger strangely and asked inexplicably, she was obviously injured in her left hand, but why did she look at her right hand? Is the left hand hurt?

Xia Ruoxin opened the door of the room, and the ground there was already cleaned by Xiao Hong, nothing was left, and a piece of paper was gone.

She closed the door, leaned her body against the door, and looked at the room where she had lived for several months. It seemed to be years or just days.

She walked to the bed, sat down, and raised her hand wrapped in plaster. It was really worth it to exchange a baby for one hand. Without this hand, she might not know it until now, and she has The child's affairs will only ignore him more and possibly lose him.

He always cares about his sadness, but he didn't know that he might hurt him before he gave it to her baby.

Lying down carefully, she covered herself with a quilt. With only one hand pulling the quilt laboriously, the bowl of her left hand kept hurting, but she could already bear it.

Heaven and **** is really just a line away, he gave him hell, but her child gave her heaven.