When the director received Henry's complaint about my drug abuse, he asked in shock, "How could Grace make such a stupid mistake? Is there some misunderstanding?"
We have known each other for eight years, and Henry, who lost his beloved son, neither believes the director nor me.
Dawn insisted that she felt something was wrong after taking the first pill I gave her.
But when I was making rounds, she clearly said that the abdominal pain had eased.
I asked Dawn why she lied, but Henry frowned and protected her behind him, looking at me with disappointment:
" Grace , you used the wrong medicine and you still have the nerve to blame others?" "Luckily, this time my child paid the price for your negligence. If you don't repent, someone will die sooner or later!"
I never thought that my first medical dispute would be caused by Henry .
Without verifying anything, he was certain that it was my fault.
But I made it clear when Dawn was admitted to the hospital that I could only do the best I could.
I didn't tell him that there was a high probability that the child would not be saved.
He actually knew why the signs of threatened miscarriage appeared.
I once reminded him with great pain that pregnant women need to exercise restraint in the first three months.
At that time, his face turned red with shame and he didn't dare to look at me. He just asked me to help him.
But now, he was furious and insisted that the hospital punish me and make me learn a lesson.
This matter alarmed the dean, and after a thorough investigation, all my treatments were found to be correct.
Dawn also pulled Henry and suddenly said forget it:
" You two are teacher and student after all, it's not good to make such a fuss." "Besides, the child is gone..."
"Maybe it's really true that I'm not meant to have children..."
Dawn's plea only added fuel to the fire, making Henry even angrier.
"Grace, you disappoint me so much!"
He forced me to apologize to Dawn and insisted on sending the remaining medication for testing.
Morally and logically, Dawn's accident happened under my supervision, so I should indeed say sorry.
However, the video of me bowing and apologizing quickly went viral on the Internet.
For a time, both I and the hospital were caught in the eye of the storm of public opinion. The results of the drug test had not yet come out, but I was surrounded and beaten on my way home from get off work.
"Quack! No wonder my wife couldn't keep the baby twice. It turns out it was all your fault!"
Fists and kicks rained down on me, especially on my lower abdomen, which hurt so much that I couldn't speak.
After those people left, I picked up the broken phone and found that only button 1 could still be used normally.
I called Henry again and again, but no one answered. Fortunately, a kind passerby heard my cry for help and sent me to the hospital.
"With the amount of bleeding you're doing, there's a high chance you won't be able to save the baby. Keep him in the hospital and observe the situation." Doctor Davis from the same department looked at me, his eyes full of gossip.
I turned down her proposal with a pale face:
"No need for insurance, just go for surgery!"
From the moment Henry asked me to keep Dawn 's child, I knew that the child in my belly should not exist.
After my parents went abroad to start a business, Henry, who lived next door, saw that I became a left-behind child and was entrusted to take good care of me.
In my senior year of high school, he even tutored me for free.
Come to think of it, he and I do have a connection, as we were once teacher and student.
But this phrase "teacher and student" made me hide my love for many years. Until that drunken night...
When our love was strong, he called me "Dawn".
I fully expected that it was just his excitement that changed his tone.
Little did he know, he thought I was Dawn.
Just like the woman in the photo of her back on his screensaver is actually Dawn, not me.
The way she ran with twin ponytails and a pure white dress was exactly the same as the day I first met Henry.
The funny thing is, I had always mistaken it for myself.
What's even more ridiculous is that I confessed to him while drunk.
Since it was just a misunderstanding, I put aside all my thoughts and helped his sweetheart to keep the baby.
However, what I got in return was being framed, beaten and sent to the hospital for surgery. Doctor Davis asked me to get the family members to sign.
She wanted to see who my hidden boyfriend was. I smiled wryly and signed the document myself.
After I got off the operating table, the results from the laboratory had already come out.
