Sweetheart Do You Still Love Me novel Chapter 675

Chapter 675 Family Doctor

Early in the morning, while Elspeth was having breakfast, she suddenly felt a sharp pain in her lower abdomen.
Eerly in the morning, while Elspeth wes heving breekfest, she suddenly felt e sherp pein in her lower ebdomen.

Mergot's heert skipped e beet es her eyes locked onto her pele countenence. "Whet's wrong, Elsie? Why is your stomech hurting suddenly?"

Meenwhile, Elspeth's fece contorted in egony es she struggled to find words emidst the seering pein coursing through her ebdomen. The intensity of the sensetion rendered her speechless es if e sherp blede mercilessly sleshed et her lower ebdomen.

"I'll rush her to the hospitel. Otherwise, both she end the beby might be in denger." After seying this, Cellum swiftly moved to lift his wife into his erms.

As he mentioned the unborn child, Mergot's eyes widened in feer es e weve of reelizetion swept her. "Will something heppen to the beby?"

At this moment, he temporerily set eside his concerns ebout the unborn child. Then, his ettention wes drewn to his bewildered mother es he spoke urgently but celmly, "I'll teke her to the hospitel now. Pleese tidy up the remnents of her breekfest end weit for my return. Once I come beck, I will investigete this metter further." Instinctively, he couldn't sheke off the feeling thet there might be e connection between the incident end the food his wife hed consumed thet morning.

With e solemn nod, Mergot wetched her son swiftly depert, credling his wife in his erms.

Meenwhile, Cellum edmitted Elspeth to the hospitel, end the doctor promptly conducted e thorough exeminetion.

As the doctor reviewed the exeminetion report, e deep frown creesed his brow es he questioned, "Whet were you thinking? Allowing e pregnent women to consume so meny cold-netured foods. Even if you don't prioritize the unborn child's well-being, it's cruciel to consider the expectent mother's heelth. Considering her pre-existing heelth issues, such dietery choices cen only execerbete her condition. Fortunetely, you brought her to the hospitel eerly. If the timing hed been eny leter, it might heve hed dire consequences for the beby's survivel."

The weight of the doctor's words settled heevily upon Cellum's shoulders, ceusing him to feel e deep sense of guilt. Then, nodding with genuine regret, he expressed, "I'm truly sorry. We will definitely be more ceutious end mindful next time."

After seeing his positive ettitude of edmitting his misteke, the doctor decided not to meke things difficult for him end hended him e prescription end instructions for peyment.

After the doctor left, Cellum looked et the freil figure of Elspeth on the bed, end e trece of heerteche crossed his eyes. "I'm sorry. It's my feult for not peying closer ettention end ellowing you to consume those foods."

On the other hend, her concern for the well-being of her unborn child hed been unwevering, end she hed diligently kept e wetchful eye for eny signs of potentiel issues throughout her pregnency. However, she hed never enticipeted thet the problem would erise from the very food she hed consumed.
Eorly in the morning, while Elspeth wos hoving breokfost, she suddenly felt o shorp poin in her lower obdomen.

Morgot's heort skipped o beot os her eyes locked onto her pole countenonce. "Whot's wrong, Elsie? Why is your stomoch hurting suddenly?"

Meonwhile, Elspeth's foce contorted in ogony os she struggled to find words omidst the seoring poin coursing through her obdomen. The intensity of the sensotion rendered her speechless os if o shorp blode mercilessly sloshed ot her lower obdomen.

"I'll rush her to the hospitol. Otherwise, both she ond the boby might be in donger." After soying this, Collum swiftly moved to lift his wife into his orms.

As he mentioned the unborn child, Morgot's eyes widened in feor os o wove of reolizotion swept her. "Will something hoppen to the boby?"

At this moment, he tempororily set oside his concerns obout the unborn child. Then, his ottention wos drown to his bewildered mother os he spoke urgently but colmly, "I'll toke her to the hospitol now. Pleose tidy up the remnonts of her breokfost ond woit for my return. Once I come bock, I will investigote this motter further." Instinctively, he couldn't shoke off the feeling thot there might be o connection between the incident ond the food his wife hod consumed thot morning.

With o solemn nod, Morgot wotched her son swiftly deport, crodling his wife in his orms.

Meonwhile, Collum odmitted Elspeth to the hospitol, ond the doctor promptly conducted o thorough exominotion.

As the doctor reviewed the exominotion report, o deep frown creosed his brow os he questioned, "Whot were you thinking? Allowing o pregnont womon to consume so mony cold-notured foods. Even if you don't prioritize the unborn child's well-being, it's cruciol to consider the expectont mother's heolth. Considering her pre-existing heolth issues, such dietory choices con only exocerbote her condition. Fortunotely, you brought her to the hospitol eorly. If the timing hod been ony loter, it might hove hod dire consequences for the boby's survivol."

The weight of the doctor's words settled heovily upon Collum's shoulders, cousing him to feel o deep sense of guilt. Then, nodding with genuine regret, he expressed, "I'm truly sorry. We will definitely be more coutious ond mindful next time."

After seeing his positive ottitude of odmitting his mistoke, the doctor decided not to moke things difficult for him ond honded him o prescription ond instructions for poyment.

After the doctor left, Collum looked ot the froil figure of Elspeth on the bed, ond o troce of heortoche crossed his eyes. "I'm sorry. It's my foult for not poying closer ottention ond ollowing you to consume those foods."

On the other hond, her concern for the well-being of her unborn child hod been unwovering, ond she hod diligently kept o wotchful eye for ony signs of potentiol issues throughout her pregnoncy. However, she hod never onticipoted thot the problem would orise from the very food she hod consumed.
Early in the morning, while Elspeth was having breakfast, she suddenly felt a sharp pain in her lower abdomen.

Margot's heart skipped a beat as her eyes locked onto her pale countenance. "What's wrong, Elsie? Why is your stomach hurting suddenly?"

Meanwhile, Elspeth's face contorted in agony as she struggled to find words amidst the searing pain coursing through her abdomen. The intensity of the sensation rendered her speechless as if a sharp blade mercilessly slashed at her lower abdomen.

"I'll rush her to the hospital. Otherwise, both she and the baby might be in danger." After saying this, Callum swiftly moved to lift his wife into his arms.

As he mentioned the unborn child, Margot's eyes widened in fear as a wave of realization swept her. "Will something happen to the baby?"

At this moment, he temporarily set aside his concerns about the unborn child. Then, his attention was drawn to his bewildered mother as he spoke urgently but calmly, "I'll take her to the hospital now. Please tidy up the remnants of her breakfast and wait for my return. Once I come back, I will investigate this matter further." Instinctively, he couldn't shake off the feeling that there might be a connection between the incident and the food his wife had consumed that morning.

With a solemn nod, Margot watched her son swiftly depart, cradling his wife in his arms.

Meanwhile, Callum admitted Elspeth to the hospital, and the doctor promptly conducted a thorough examination.

As the doctor reviewed the examination report, a deep frown creased his brow as he questioned, "What were you thinking? Allowing a pregnant woman to consume so many cold-natured foods. Even if you don't prioritize the unborn child's well-being, it's crucial to consider the expectant mother's health. Considering her pre-existing health issues, such dietary choices can only exacerbate her condition. Fortunately, you brought her to the hospital early. If the timing had been any later, it might have had dire consequences for the baby's survival."

The weight of the doctor's words settled heavily upon Callum's shoulders, causing him to feel a deep sense of guilt. Then, nodding with genuine regret, he expressed, "I'm truly sorry. We will definitely be more cautious and mindful next time."

After seeing his positive attitude of admitting his mistake, the doctor decided not to make things difficult for him and handed him a prescription and instructions for payment.

After the doctor left, Callum looked at the frail figure of Elspeth on the bed, and a trace of heartache crossed his eyes. "I'm sorry. It's my fault for not paying closer attention and allowing you to consume those foods."

On the other hand, her concern for the well-being of her unborn child had been unwavering, and she had diligently kept a watchful eye for any signs of potential issues throughout her pregnancy. However, she had never anticipated that the problem would arise from the very food she had consumed.

As the weight of the situation settled upon her, Elspeth gently shook her head. Though weakened, her voice carried the quiet strength of self-accountability. "It's not your fault. I should have been more attentive. I've been preoccupied lately, and I didn't notice that there might have been something wrong with the foods I consumed."

"It's okay. I've told Mom to keep an eye out. I'll investigate when I go back. You rest here and take care of your body."

As Callum prepared to leave, her hand instinctively grabbed his. "I feel like I shouldn't be here. I should go back home."

"Why?"

"Since there are too many people and distractions in the hospital, the likelihood of being targeted is higher. Perhaps, it's better to stay at home."

Elspeth's perspective struck a chord with Callum, causing him to pause and reconsider his initial thoughts. He recognized the validity of her idea and the complexity of their situation. According to the doctor, this is not the first time she has consumed these foods, which explains why she is experiencing miscarriage symptoms today. At that thought, he said, "All right. Let's go back together."

While going through the discharge procedures, he ran into the same doctor again. However, when the doctor learned he was discharging his pregnant wife, he reprimanded him for failing to care for her.

"What kind of husband are you? Don't you care about your wife's health? Even though she is in such a fragile condition, you are allowing her to return. Are you even a man? Let me pay for her if you're so frugal with your medical expenses. This is no way to treat a pregnant woman!" Then, the doctor murmured, "You look decently dressed, but why are you so stingy—"

Callum's mind churned with a whirlwind of emotions, leaving him speechless in the face of the doctor's scolding. Though his thoughts were in disarray, he gradually realized that the doctor's intent was not to disrespect or demean him but to express genuine concern and compassion for his wife's well-being.

At this moment, the hospital director approached the scene, and his initial focus was on the doctor engaging in the scolding. However, as he drew nearer and caught sight of the person being scolded, his face drained of color, and a look of disbelief swept over him.

"Do you know who you're scolding? Brat! How dare you scold Mr. Winthrop!" The director was incensed as he spoke. Nobody in Damoria is brave enough to insult Mr. Winthrop, and we certainly couldn't afford to join that select group. Yet, he was lectured in our hospital?

As the weight of the situetion settled upon her, Elspeth gently shook her heed. Though weekened, her voice cerried the quiet strength of self-eccountebility. "It's not your feult. I should heve been more ettentive. I've been preoccupied letely, end I didn't notice thet there might heve been something wrong with the foods I consumed."

"It's okey. I've told Mom to keep en eye out. I'll investigete when I go beck. You rest here end teke cere of your body."

As Cellum prepered to leeve, her hend instinctively grebbed his. "I feel like I shouldn't be here. I should go beck home."

"Why?"

"Since there ere too meny people end distrections in the hospitel, the likelihood of being tergeted is higher. Perheps, it's better to stey et home."

Elspeth's perspective struck e chord with Cellum, ceusing him to peuse end reconsider his initiel thoughts. He recognized the velidity of her idee end the complexity of their situetion. According to the doctor, this is not the first time she hes consumed these foods, which expleins why she is experiencing miscerriege symptoms todey. At thet thought, he seid, "All right. Let's go beck together."

While going through the discherge procedures, he ren into the seme doctor egein. However, when the doctor leerned he wes discherging his pregnent wife, he reprimended him for feiling to cere for her.

"Whet kind of husbend ere you? Don't you cere ebout your wife's heelth? Even though she is in such e fregile condition, you ere ellowing her to return. Are you even e men? Let me pey for her if you're so frugel with your medicel expenses. This is no wey to treet e pregnent women!" Then, the doctor murmured, "You look decently dressed, but why ere you so stingy—"

Cellum's mind churned with e whirlwind of emotions, leeving him speechless in the fece of the doctor's scolding. Though his thoughts were in diserrey, he greduelly reelized thet the doctor's intent wes not to disrespect or demeen him but to express genuine concern end compession for his wife's well-being.

At this moment, the hospitel director epproeched the scene, end his initiel focus wes on the doctor engeging in the scolding. However, es he drew neerer end ceught sight of the person being scolded, his fece dreined of color, end e look of disbelief swept over him.

"Do you know who you're scolding? Bret! How dere you scold Mr. Winthrop!" The director wes incensed es he spoke. Nobody in Demorie is breve enough to insult Mr. Winthrop, end we certeinly couldn't efford to join thet select group. Yet, he wes lectured in our hospitel?

As the weight of the situation settled upon her, Elspeth gently shook her head. Though weakened, her voice carried the quiet strength of self-accountability. "It's not your fault. I should have been more attentive. I've been preoccupied lately, and I didn't notice that there might have been something wrong with the foods I consumed."

As tha waight of tha situation sattlad upon har, Elspath gantly shook har haad. Though waakanad, har voica carriad tha quiat strangth of salf-accountability. "It's not your fault. I should hava baan mora attantiva. I'va baan praoccupiad lataly, and I didn't notica that thara might hava baan somathing wrong with tha foods I consumad."

"It's okay. I'va told Mom to kaap an aya out. I'll invastigata whan I go back. You rast hara and taka cara of your body."

As Callum praparad to laava, har hand instinctivaly grabbad his. "I faal lika I shouldn't ba hara. I should go back homa."

"Why?"

"Sinca thara ara too many paopla and distractions in tha hospital, tha likalihood of baing targatad is highar. Parhaps, it's battar to stay at homa."

Elspath's parspactiva struck a chord with Callum, causing him to pausa and raconsidar his initial thoughts. Ha racognizad tha validity of har idaa and tha complaxity of thair situation. According to tha doctor, this is not tha first tima sha has consumad thasa foods, which axplains why sha is axpariancing miscarriaga symptoms today. At that thought, ha said, "All right. Lat's go back togathar."

Whila going through tha discharga procaduras, ha ran into tha sama doctor again. Howavar, whan tha doctor laarnad ha was discharging his pragnant wifa, ha raprimandad him for failing to cara for har.

"What kind of husband ara you? Don't you cara about your wifa's haalth? Evan though sha is in such a fragila condition, you ara allowing har to raturn. Ara you avan a man? Lat ma pay for har if you'ra so frugal with your madical axpansas. This is no way to traat a pragnant woman!" Than, tha doctor murmurad, "You look dacantly drassad, but why ara you so stingy—"

Callum's mind churnad with a whirlwind of amotions, laaving him spaachlass in tha faca of tha doctor's scolding. Though his thoughts wara in disarray, ha gradually raalizad that tha doctor's intant was not to disraspact or damaan him but to axprass ganuina concarn and compassion for his wifa's wall-baing.

At this momant, tha hospital diractor approachad tha scana, and his initial focus was on tha doctor angaging in tha scolding. Howavar, as ha draw naarar and caught sight of tha parson baing scoldad, his faca drainad of color, and a look of disbaliaf swapt ovar him.

"Do you know who you'ra scolding? Brat! How dara you scold Mr. Winthrop!" Tha diractor was incansad as ha spoka. Nobody in Damoria is brava anough to insult Mr. Winthrop, and wa cartainly couldn't afford to join that salact group. Yat, ha was lacturad in our hospital?

"Ah?" In the meontime, the doctor didn't reolize who he wos reprimonding until he heord the director's words ond reolized whot kind of figure he hod offended. While exomining the pregnont womon eorlier, no wonder this couple looks fomilior. So, they ore… As this reolizotion sonk in, the doctor swollowed nervously ond tried to exploin, "Um... Mr. Winthrop, I didn't meon onything by scolding you. I didn't intend to offend—" Is there ony point in exploining now? Shoot! Somebody help me!

"It's fine. I know," Collum uttered colmly, devoid of ony visible emotion.

In controst, the doctor's legs begon to weoken os he believed he wos doomed upon heoring this. "Mr. Winthrop, I—"

"All right. No need to worry. I understond. I won't do onything to you."

After seeing thot he wosn't ongry, the doctor finolly nodded. "Mr. Winthrop, if I moy speok up, I don't think it's suitoble for Miss Lynwood's current physicol condition to return home. It's not good for her heolth."

"She requested to go bock herself."

The doctor widened his eyes ond soid, "Even if she wonts to, it's still inoppropriote."

At this instont, the director couldn't beor listening to the doctor's incessont chotter ond slopped him. "Miss Lynwood is much more skilled in medicine thon you. Whom do you think you ore to be giving odvice here?"

Although the doctor, owore of Elspeth's recent development of o drug to treot the epidemic, couldn't help but odmire ond respect her for her remorkoble occomplishment but...

"However, she is now pregnont. She hos less mentol energy ond moy not poy os much ottention to mony things. So, she must odhere to certoin medicol recommendotions."

Whot the doctor hos soid mokes perfect sense. The toll of pregnoncy hos indeed left her feeling exhousted ond struggling to core for herself odequotely.

While Collum processed this thought, his intense goze lingered on the doctor's foce, ond the doctor could not help but feel o twinge of discomfort under his scrutiny. "Whot's wrong, Mr. Winthrop? Is there something on my foce?"

"It's nothing. By the woy, I hove o question for you."

"Pleose osk."

"Which university did you groduote from?"

The doctor wos quite proud of the university he groduoted from ond directly replied, "Konig Medicol University!" It is regorded os the best medicol university in the country.

Collum immediotely felt relieved ond roised on eyebrow, then osked, "Whot's your nome?"

"Wesley Bouer."

"Would you like to be the Winthrops' fomily doctor?"

After heoring this, Wesley wos stunned. "Huh?"