Chapter 1253
When His Eyes Opened
Gwen: ââ¦â
Hayden:â!!!â
Hayden was ashamed to leave, Gwen grabbed his arm and prevented him from leaving.
Gwen said embarrassedly, âDoctor, heâs my nephew. Heâs not yet ten years old. I was nervous when I
saw a gynecologist for the first time, so I asked him to accompany me.â
Doctor: ââ¦â
After the awkward atmosphere lasted for a minute, the doctor immediately asked for help: âThe child is
well nourished and developed.â
âHe has good genes. His parents are very picky.â Gwen explained.
âOh, whatâs your problem?â The doctor asked.
âI want to have an abortion.â Gwen handed the doctor the color Doppler ultrasound she had done last
time, âThe child is a month old now.â
Doctor: âAre you married?â
Gwen: âNo.â
Doctor: âHave you thought about it?â
âWell. I havenât. Money to raise a child and give birth to a child will only make him live a miserable life
with me. Itâs better to get rid of it as soon as possible.â Gwen explained her difficulties.
Her words shocked Hayden. He thought that Gwen didnât want baby because she had a bad relationship
with Ben Schaffer, but he didnât expect it was because she didnât have the money to raise baby.
After being silent for a few seconds, Hayden pulled her out of the doctorâs office.
â¦â¦..
Yonroeville.
Avery got the CT film of his brain and fell into a long silence. She doesnât have to take the film to the
doctor. Because she is a doctor herself. She had unexplained bleeding inside her skull.
She sat on the bench outside the CT room, thinking about whether she had been hit by an external force
recently. She thought about it for a long time without getting an answer.
Because she hasnât been hurt by any violence recently. She had to do another MRI to identify the
lesions.
âBoss, why donât you show the film to the doctor?â The bodyguard stood beside her and asked, âIn a little
while, the doctor will be off work.â
Avery got up from the chair, glanced at her phone, and said lightly: âIâm a little hungry. Letâs go and eat
first.â
âOkay! Then we can go back to the hotel first, and come back in the afternoon.â The bodyguard said.
âDo you know that Iâm a doctor?â Avery asked the bodyguard with her lips curled up.
The bodyguard was stunned for a moment: âI know, you are still a very good doctor.â
âThen do you know what kind of doctor I am?â Averyâs question stopped the bodyguard.
After the bodyguard scratched his head, he suddenly realized: âIâm really stupid. You seem to be
specially designed to show peopleâs brains.â
The smile on Averyâs face disappeared, âWell. I may need an operation. My situation is not serious
illness, donât tell Mike.â
âBoss, who performed the operation on you? Although you are very powerful, you canât operate on
yourself.â The bodyguard was worried.
âI can ask a doctor I know to operate on me. Donât worry, my illness will be fine.â She comforted. âAnd it
hasnât been diagnosed yet. I need another test. Come back in the afternoon.â
The bodyguard asked, âBoss, is it really a minor illness?â
âIf itâs a serious illness, Iâm afraid I wonât be able to laugh at you here. As Iâm a doctor, my illness is not a
big problem, but to ordinary doctors, my illness is definitely a serious illness.â
It may be that during this period of emotional depression and multiple collapses, intracranial hemorrhage
was caused.
The human will can be invincible, but the human body is very fragile.
No wonder the splitting headache the day before yesterday made Avery feel like she might be dying. Her
body had already signaled her disease.
Itâs just that she was too sad to think about it.
In the afternoon, she came to the hospital for an MRI examination.
An hour later, she got the test results.