Wen Ya didn't sleep all night.
She didn't know if it was psychological or really a physiological reaction, but Wen Ya retched every few minutes.
Nothing came out, and the sour and foul taste in her mouth was so unbearable that she couldn't help but rinse her mouth frequently.
She tossed and turned until the middle of the night before Wen Ya finally dozed off.
But just as dawn broke and there was movement downstairs, Wen Ya woke up.
Looking at the crystal chandelier overhead, Wen Ya clutched the blanket tightly as her mind gradually cleared.
There's no way she could keep this piece of flesh in her belly.
But the key issue now was which hospital she should go to for the surgery and who should accompany her.
In big hospitals, besides not knowing if there are any familiar doctors, the chances of running into acquaintances are much higher. If she really did run into someone, it wouldn't be too hard; she could always make up an excuse to brush it off.
