With a rush of shouts, the words "in operation" stood out on the door of the operating room.
"What's wrong with you? Three months is the most unstable time for a fetus! How could you let your wife do this!"
The doctor was very angry at my irresponsibility and scolded me immediately.
I gritted my teeth, endured the scolding and begged humbly.
"Sorry, it's my fault, but please, please save both my wife and baby."
But even with all my pleas, the moment the lights went out in the operating room, the doctor's first words when he came out still made me fail to stand still.
"Sorry, Mr. Arnouts, we've tried our best, but we still couldn't save your baby."
I only felt a blackout in front of my eyes.
I had been married to Heidi Muller for five years and always wanted to have a child.
Even when she tested pregnant, I had already started setting up the baby room.
Thinking of the little clothes and toys in our house, I couldn't help but burst into tears.
My long-awaited little life unexpectedly died so early.
"I offer my condolences."
The doctor, who had just scolded me, sighed and patted my shoulder.
"Your wife will wake up soon, go check on her."