Did That Doctor Successfully Remarry Today?
Chapter 193 - 189: Jiang An, the child is gone

Chapter 193: Chapter 189: Jiang An, the child is gone

Chapter 189 Jiang An, The Child Is Gone

At this moment, it’s 2 p.m. in Switzerland.

For the past two days, everyone had been immersed in the laboratory, putting in their utmost effort; alas, they still encountered some tricky issues. The person responsible for the handover rushed over at noon to replace Gao Chuan and Song Xin, urging them to return to the hotel for some rest after they had gone without sleep for two days and nights.

The man, having no leads at the moment, could only head back to the hotel to rest, planning to get a good sleep before continuing his research.

Gao Chuan had turned off his cell phone during the two days to concentrate on the experiments. When he turned it on, a slew of messages came flooding in. As he browsed through the dense text on the screen, he frowned, placed the phone down, and peeled off the clothes that were nearly reeking, then turned to enter the bathroom.

Song Xin, exhausted from their efforts, returned to her room, her mind still grappling with the data errors that had occurred during the past two days of experimentation. She was about to knock on Gao Chuan’s door to discuss it with him when she realized the door wasn’t locked, so she tentatively called out his name while stepping inside.

The sound of rushing water came from the bathroom; Song Xin caught sight of the man taking a shower and her face flushed red.

Actually, she had applied to the dean for this trip herself, plus this laboratory was the fruit of their classmates’ efforts from years ago, which is why Gao Chuan didn’t intercede.

Sharp as she was, she naturally knew that this opportunity to be alone with him was perfect for her.

Just as Song Xin was pondering this, Gao Chuan’s phone on the desk began to vibrate nonstop. She walked over and saw that it was Jiang An calling, a cold look crossing her eyes.

After hesitating for a moment, noticing that the caller had been dialing for quite some time without hanging up, she picked up the phone and swiped to ask what was the matter.

She could almost guess that hearing her voice, Jiang An wouldn’t need anything else to jump to wild conclusions.

But she wanted precisely to provoke her, to show her who had been staying by Gao Chuan’s side all along.

She had thought that Jiang An would either curse her out or hang up in a fury, but the response she got from the other end was prolonged silence. No matter how many times she asked, there was no answer, leaving her feeling baffled. She ended the call.

After the voice call ended, Gao Chuan and Jiang An’s chat window popped up on the phone; just one minute before, Jiang An had sent a long message.

Song Xin looked down at the content, which was essentially Jiang An apologizing to Gao Chuan, saying she would wait patiently for him to return so they could calmly discuss the event that night.

Every word entered the woman’s field of view, and after a few moments of hesitation, Song Xin directly deleted that message along with the call record from the history.

This time, she had come to Switzerland determined to win over the man—how could she allow an easy resolution to their misunderstandings.

This was her best opportunity, as well as her last chance.

After adjusting everything accordingly, the woman placed the phone back where it was. Perhaps feeling a bit guilty, she didn’t linger to wait for Gao Chuan to come out, instead tiptoeing out of the man’s room.

The man, fresh from his shower, had about a half-hour video conference with a pharmaceutical expert from the United States. After the call, he felt overwhelmingly sleepy and went straight to bed, falling deep asleep.

In his sweet slumber, he was unaware that Jiang An was at this moment in the hospital emergency room, her life hanging by a thread.

Jiang An had been in a coma for nearly ten hours and didn’t wake up until the next day at noon.

She felt as though she had had a long, long dream.

The dream was filled with scattered fragments of memory, the past twenty-some years of her life flashing through her mind like frames in a movie.

In the dream, her parents never left her, and she grew up ordinary and healthy under their care. They also didn’t move to Jing City, she never met Dr. Gao but instead came to know a mediocre man in another small town where she met him, fell in love, got married, and then had children.

Life was mundane yet happy. The family of five lived together every day, the imagery so idyllic that she immersed herself in it, not wanting to wake up.

She didn’t know when, but suddenly a dazzling light flooded her vision. She covered her face, trying to avoid it, to no avail. Eventually, when she slowly opened her eyes again, what greeted her was the snow-white ceiling above her head.

She smelled the familiar scent of disinfectant, and as she turned her head to look around, she realized she was in a hospital.

Those who have been through life and death are exceptionally calm.

At that moment, she did not feel joy for surviving, but instead, a sense of forlorn emptiness.

Her dream was over.

Soon footsteps approached, Wei Yan pushed the door and entered. Seeing that Jiang An had opened her eyes, he hurried to her bedside, his eyes filled with a joyous light: "That’s great, Anan, you finally woke up!"

The girl lying on the hospital bed raised her eyes to look at the person standing beside her and squeezed out a weak smile with effort.

"How long have I slept?" The girl’s face was pale, her lips devoid of color.

Wei Yan told her it had been over ten hours. The doctors said that the airbags had deployed in time, so she didn’t suffer any internal injuries, just some minor superficial wounds.

But the taxi driver had it worse; he almost died on the spot.

Hearing this, Jiang An finally felt the sensation of having narrowly escaped death. Wei Yan helped the girl sit up and placed a pillow behind her to make her more comfortable.

Wei Yan had received a call from the hospital early this morning. They had been unable to contact Jiang An’s immediate family, so they had called him instead. The moment the man found out about the girl’s midnight accident, he sat up from his bed.

He drove over quickly, but he got stuck in early-morning traffic, tapping the steering wheel irritably to vent his inner restlessness.

He had never been so scared in his life, scared that Jiang An would just leave like that.

Fortunately, Jiang An had always been lucky, and she woke up after half a day.

Thinking back to how the doctor admonished him upon his arrival, he glanced at Jiang An’s calm face and hesitated, struggling with what to say next.

Unconsciously clenching his fists, he ultimately decided to tell the girl, even though it might be a devastating blow to her.

"Jiang An, the child... didn’t make it," the man uttered in the silent room, his lips moving dryly, his voice hoarse and deep.

The doctor had said the fetus was already unstable and was gone by the time they arrived at the hospital.

Sitting on the bed, Jiang An stiffened upon hearing the man’s words, and after a few seconds, she blurted out, "The child?"

Wei Yan thought she couldn’t accept it at the moment, so he bent down gently to support her shoulder, patiently comforting, "Jiang An, you’re still young, you’ll have more chances in the future."

Even as a man, he dared not imagine the scene of Jiang An miscarrying at the scene of the accident—it was too cruel.

After all, the girl had always been afraid of pain since she was little.

Jiang An’s eyes widened, and as she listened to the man’s consoling voice, she finally realized everything. Tears fell silently, her gaze empty as she stared ahead, suddenly like a soulless puppet.

She had been pregnant.

She had no idea when it had happened.

No wonder it hurt so much at the time.

Like it was going to be the death of her.

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