Chapter 654: Chapter 654 That’s Good
“What are you talking about!” Upon hearing this, Luo Mengmeng glared at him with her eyes, “Even if I did kick you, it wouldn’t cause a miscarriage.”
That’s a little life, how could you possibly think of ending it, isn’t that too cruel!
Gu Zhihan felt heartbroken…
He grunted unhappily, let go of her, and turned away to sleep.
Seeing this, Luo Mengmeng scratched her head.
“Hey!” After a while, seeing that he was ignoring her, Mengmeng reached out and poked his shoulder.
Gu Zhihan ignored her.
Mengmeng pouted, grabbed a pillow, ran over to his side, and then burrowed into his arms, her little head rubbing against him, “What are you mad about? I was just making an analogy.”
Mengmeng knew it must have been her remark “Even if I kicked you, I wouldn’t cause a miscarriage” that upset him.
“You shouldn’t even say that as an analogy,” Gu Zhihan said, holding her fiercely.
Mengmeng sulked.
Is this man really that petty…
“It’s getting late, let’s sleep,” Gu Zhihan said as he saw her still blinking, and covered her eyes with his hand.
Mengmeng muttered to herself while falling asleep, “That’s only because you kept me awake until now…”
Right after she finished speaking, her head was knocked twice more.
The man’s cool voice fell on the top of her head, “If you dare to complain again, we’ll continue what we were doing earlier.”
At that threat, Mengmeng immediately cowered, “I’m sleeping, I’m sleeping!”
She didn’t have the stamina like he did, sleeping at one or two in the morning and still getting up on time at six.
Gu Zhihan looked at her quiet, sweet sleeping face and couldn’t help smiling slightly; he gently touched her soft face with his fingertip.
The next day, Mengmeng continued her internship at the hospital.
Gu’s mother wanted her to become an operating room nurse, so she always took Mengmeng into the operating room with her.
Initially, Mengmeng adapted quite well.
But after a month, she started acting strangely; she couldn’t stand the smell of blood at all.
“Ugh!”
There she was, stepping aside to throw up again during a study observation.
“Mengmeng, what’s wrong with you?” another intern nurse immediately put down her pen and paper and hurriedly patted her back to comfort her.
“You didn’t have such a strong reaction to the operating room at the start,” she said, still patting and puzzled.
Most medical students initially react to the sight of blood but gradually get used to it; it’s rare to see someone reverting like Mengmeng.
After finally finishing throwing up, Mengmeng waved her hand and said with a frustrated face, “I don’t know what’s wrong, but I just can’t stand the smell of blood now.”
The smell made her stomach churn.
The young nurse shook her head, “Then why don’t you talk to your godmother about changing your job? Otherwise, throwing up every day isn’t good.”
Mengmeng had already been thinking about it and immediately said, “After this surgery, I’ll talk to Gu’s mother.”
“That’s good,” the young nurse handed her a bottle of water.
Mengmeng took a few sips, and the surgery was already over.
When Gu’s mother had finished up and returned to her office, Mengmeng walked in.
“Godmother.”
She stood outside and knocked on the door, calling out.
Gu’s mother, massaging her tired temples, said, “Come in, Mengmeng.”