I Want To Move In Next Door
Chapter 380: To Stay or Not to Stay (2)_1

Chapter 380: Chapter 380: To Stay or Not to Stay (2)_1

Moreover, she had never thought about becoming a mother before...

Song Youman sat on the toilet in a daze for a good half hour. Her legs were numb and her brain was hit hard with this sudden news. It took her a while to regain her senses.

She then came out of the bathroom and lay back down in bed, but she couldn’t fall asleep no matter what.

In the quiet and pitch-dark night, she tossed and turned in bed half the night before finally falling into a fitful sleep. She would wake up from time to time, and when dawn finally arrived, her stomach was growling loudly with hunger. Usually, she would continue to sleep despite being hungry, but today she thought about the little life inside her. After struggling for a while, she finally got up, headed to the kitchen and grabbed something to eat.

After filling her stomach, Song Youman, instead of going back to sleep, sat in a daze at the dining table. Then she got up to wash and dress, planning to go to the hospital.

Before leaving, Song Youman habitually chose a pair of high heels from the shoe cabinet. She had put one foot outside the door when she stepped back, changed her mind, and put on a pair of flat shoes instead.

Song Youman had always been of a rash and impetuous temperament, and this was reflected in the way she drove. But today, she was especially calm and drove more slowly than usual. During stops at red lights, she would from time to time rest a hand on her flat belly.

Upon arriving at the hospital, Song Youman made a beeline for the obstetrics and gynecology department. She took a numb in the corner after registering to see a senior doctor and sat there patiently, waiting for her turn.

About half an hour later, she heard her number being called. However, she only got up and entered the doctor’s office after pausing for about half a minute.

After explaining her situation to the doctor, Song Youman received several test forms. By the time she had finished queueing and received her test results, it was already around noon.

Back in the doctor’s office, Song Youman handed over the results.

The doctor wore glasses and scanned each document before beginning to speak, "You are forty-five days pregnant, and from what I see, everything is fine."

As the doctor continued to speak, she clicked the mouse and asked, "You do want the baby, right? I’ll prescribe some folic acid and calcium for now. Come back for an ultrasound when you reach sixty days."

"Wait..." Song Youman blurted out.

"Hmm?" The doctor shifted her gaze from the computer screen to Song Youman’s face.

Upon meeting the doctor’s gaze, Song Youman pursed her lips and candidly expressed her deepest thoughts, "I’m not sure if I want this child yet."

Maybe since she sees many pregnant women every day, the doctor didn’t seem surprised by Song Youman’s words. In an even tone, she advised, "Well, take time and think about it. If you decide you don’t want the child, it’s better to make that decision sooner. It’s healthier for you the younger the fetus is. Once it develops further, I wouldn’t advise you to have an abortion."

After hearing this, Song Youman politely thanked the doctor, and then left the emergency building. Instead of leaving the hospital, she sat on a bench outside, lost in thought.

After what felt like ages, her phone buzzed in her pocket. She pulled it out to see a group message from the "Unmerciful Playboy."

[Capital City’s Handsomest Lad]: "Oh mom, I want to go home. I’m practically turning into an excavator here in Africa."

Song Youman didn’t bother to respond to Han Zhijin. After about half a minute, he tagged her and Xia Wan’an in the chat.

It was the weekend, and Xia Wan’an might still be asleep, so she didn’t respond. Undeterred, Han Zhijin decided to tag them again.

Feeling annoyed by Han Zhijin’s nagging, Song Youman opened the keyboard and rapidly typed a message, "Excavator? You’re flattering yourself. I’d say you’re more like a seed drill, and a one that’s on the verge of being scrapped at that!"

[Capital City’s Handsomest Lad]: "..."

[Capital City’s Handsomest Lad]: "......"

[Capital City’s Handsomest Lad]: "Youman, aren’t you uncomfortable if you don’t banter with me whenever you see me?"

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PS: Cute little one gets a diary book~