xymnovel Chapter 1284: Brother Fu Ce, I Think I Had a Miscarriage
Chapter 1284: Brother Fu Ce, I Think I Had a Miscarriage
Zhi’er was startled when she first saw the blood.She hurriedly said, "I’m not injured!"
The two were completely clueless.
Feng Fuce made a snap decision, closed the door, and returned to the bedside.
"Let me see." He said, reaching out to grab her ankle.
Zhi’er kicked him immediately.
"What are you doing!"
"Of course, I’m checking to see if you have a wound."
As Feng Fuce said this, he began removing her shoes and socks.
His gaze was not even slightly flirtatious but filled with worry and anxiety for Zhi’er.
Zhi’er rarely sees such a panicked expression on his face.
She pulled her calf back: "Don’t look around! If I were injured, wouldn’t I know?"
Feng Fuce raised his eyes, somewhat helpless, but explained patiently:
"You’re sometimes scatterbrained, perhaps you scraped yourself somewhere, it’s possible."
"Only by looking can I feel assured."
"If you find it inconvenient, I’ll turn my back, and you can check yourself, how about that?"
Upon hearing this, Zhi’er hesitated for a moment, then nodded.
Feng Fuce let down the bed curtain.
Zhi’er slowly untied her outer robe, taking off layer by layer.
The room was silent except for the faint rustle of clothes.
Feng Fuce’s voice deepened: "How is it? Did you find anything? Any wounds?"
Zhi’er reached out to touch the back of her thigh.
Indeed, there were traces of blood.
At that moment, her stomach hurt even more.
Zhi’er gasped, trying to alleviate the pain.
Feng Fuce’s tense and concerned voice came promptly: "Worse pain? Do you need me to check?"
"No!" Zhi’er refused, embarrassed.
Because she found the bleeding area somewhat unspeakable.
She couldn’t believe it, looking again and again.
A moment later, Zhi’er quietly lifted a corner of the curtain:
"Brother Fu Ce, sob, I think I’m having a miscarriage..."
"?" Feng Fuce turned sharply: "What?!"
His sharp, cold brows instantly turned piercing and profound.
Zhi’er sniffed, utterly terrified.
She was a good girl, not yet married, how could she be bleeding?
Previously, she had read medical books; for women miscarrying, bleeding is natural.
At this moment, without her mother’s guidance, Zhi’er was as frightened as a startled fawn.
"You better find a midwife first." Zhi’er choked out.
Feng Fuce didn’t know how he suppressed his nameless fury.
He endured the agitation in his heart, walked to the door, and instructed the house servant.
Originally, he just wanted a doctor, but hearing the Marquis wanted a midwife!
Everyone was instantly astounded but, seeing Feng Fuce’s face colder than ice, were afraid of being implicated, and hurriedly went to find the best midwife in town.
During this period, Zhi’er sat within the bed curtains, sobbing faintly.
"I’ve thought and thought, and can’t figure out when things went wrong. Mother only said I would inherit the Heavenly Dao, she never mentioned it would suddenly bring a child..."
Feng Fuce’s cold brows brewed a murderous storm.
Yet when speaking to Zhi’er, he still retained the last bit of sanity.
"Don’t cry, think carefully, has anyone ever shared a bed with you unknowingly?"
Zhi’er paused her sobbing.
She parted a corner of the bed curtain, her tear-filled eyes also held a faint reproach.
"Only you!"
"You’ve been in my bed!"