Chapter 827: Chapter 827: Pregnancy Nausea

At 7:30 PM, South Sea Royal Private Hospital.

Shang Yu was silent throughout the journey, and despite Li Qiao’s coquettish protests, he still forcibly brought her to the hospital.

In the parking lot, Li Qiao’s gaze turned slightly cold, and she looked at Shang Yu with a complex expression. She bit her lip and then looked away.

For the first time, she felt that her emotional control over Shang Yu was not as perfect as she had thought.

At least tonight, he had not compromised at all.

Li Qiao curled her fingers, her expression blank as she stared at the hospital building, unable to fathom Shang Yu’s intentions.

In the front row, Luoyu opened the automatic door without a word, turned halfway back, and hesitated as if wanting to say something.

The cold wind blew into the car, and Li Qiao remained motionless.

Shang Yu slowly lifted his eyelids, and the perfect contours of his face were half-lit by the streetlights. His thin lips were pressed together; he straightened the blanket that had fallen behind Li Qiao and then, wrapping his arm around her waist, led her out of the car.

Li Qiao resisted a little. A gust of wind passed by, and stray hairs covered her lowered brows and eyes. “What are we doing inside?”

A checkup or an abortion?

Her tone was calm, but on closer listening, a hint of stiffness was detectable.

Shang Yu took her hand, his usually warm palm felt slightly cold and damp now.

Li Qiao’s heart soured as it seemed he was suffering more than she was. Her voice softened a few degrees, “Shall we go home?”

Shang Yu’s Adam’s apple moved, he touched her head, then bent down, picked her up sideways, and walked steadily towards the hospital building.

Li Qiao clutched his shirt, her brows twisted, and her pretty face gradually darkened. “Say something.”

This child was what he wanted. It came at the most inconvenient time, but she was also willing to keep it.

She knew arguing with a man with paranoia was futile, but as Shang Yu silently carried her towards the hospital, Li Qiao felt an unusual pang of anxiety.

If he was set on not wanting this child, then she…

Li Qiao turned her face away, scoping the various entrances around her. If he was determined, she would have to figure it out on her own.

Just now, when Shang Yu carried her out, she didn’t even bring her phone. Asking for help was unrealistic now; she had to rely on herself.

In the elevator, Li Qiao quietly observed the hospital’s directional map, looking for the most appropriate route. The two had zero communication, and except for the occasional exchange of glances, no one broke the eerie silence.

Luoyu and Liuyun stood behind them, not daring to make a sound, and the disinfectant-smelling cabin was exceptionally oppressive.

When the elevator doors opened, Li Qiao’s heart tightened, and even her limbs tensed up.

She had even begun to imagine being pressed on the delivery bed for an abortion…

As the obstetrics and gynecology ward drew nearer, Li Qiao’s whole body radiated reluctance. She leaned back slightly, her tone husky, “Put me down.”

“Don’t move.” Shang Yu finally spoke, his voice even huskier than hers.

At the same time, the doctors led by the dean Chang Rong, emerged from the examination room one after another.

They all looked at them as if bracing for a battle.

“Master Yan, everything is ready.” Chang Rong, somewhat portly, bowed slightly with a grave expression and directed seven or eight doctors to make way. “This way, please.”

In the examination room, Shang Yu placed her on the bed and bent down to trace her eyebrows and eyes with his thumb, “First, we’ll do the checkup.”

Li Qiao asked coldly, “And then?”

What kind of checkup? And what’s next after the checkup?

She couldn’t grasp Shang Yu’s intentions, nor did she dare to obey him blindly at this moment.

Some things left no room for compromise.

Just as Li Qiao tried to sit up, her shoulder was pressed down by the man. He leaned down and whispered in her ear, “After the checkup, we’ll go home.”

Then Shang Yu gave Chang Rong a look, and suddenly seven or eight gynecologists crowded around.

…

During the examination, Shang Yu left the ward.

Li Qiao wasn’t very cooperative, but she didn’t show too much obvious resistance either.

She had observed the medical equipment and there were none of the tools and devices commonly used for abortion.

However, this didn’t mean that Shang Yu had dismissed the idea.

The half-hour examination included various blood tests and ultrasound checks. After consulting with the obstetrician, the conclusion was that Li Qiao suffered from severe pregnancy vomiting.

The office next door.

Shang Yu stood by the window, his facial features still taut, his cold demeanor keeping people at bay.

Liuyun hesitated behind him for a long time before finally mustering the courage to probe, “Boss, the Madam’s symptoms might be eased with medication. Besides, abortion can harm the body, which is not as easy to deal with as pregnancy vomiting.”

The man remained silent, his hands clenched slightly in his trouser pockets as shadows loomed in his eyes.

Soon, Chang Rong knocked and entered, reporting the results of the pregnancy test and added, “Master Yan, symptoms of severe pregnancy vomiting vary from person to person. Currently, there’s no particularly effective method to alleviate them. If it’s too serious, we have to consider intravenous injections to prevent dehydration and electrolyte imbalance.”

“Where is she?”

Chang Rong handed the report to Shang Yu, “She said she went to the restroom.”

…

Li Qiao was gone. She excused herself to go to the restroom and never returned to the examination room.

Shang Yu ordered a search for her, but it turned up nothing.

With Li Qiao’s capabilities, slipping away from the hospital unnoticed, evading surveillance, was not a difficult task.

Shang Yu, utterly expressionless, his eyes clouded with gloom, gave Chang Rong a chilling command before stepping into the elevator, “Erase all of today’s examination records.”

Chang Rong did not dare to take this lightly and nodded repeatedly, “Rest assured, Master Yan, I will handle it personally.”

Shang Yu couldn’t find Li Qiao; she wasn’t anywhere in the hospital.

He strode towards the parking lot, his very presence exuding an intimidating aura.

Liuyun and Luoyu were also in a panic, offering advice to Shang Yu as they followed him, “Boss, shall we split up and search the Li Family and Tangxi Garden?”

Li Qiao wasn’t impulsive, but once she decided to conceal her tracks, the likelihood of finding her was slim.

For now, luck was all they could rely on.

Shang Yu’s lips were a tight line, his presence growing more oppressive as he started to say, “Send Secret Hall…”

Before he could finish, he halted in his tracks.

Under the bright moonlight, the shadowy patterns on the ground suddenly revealed Li Qiao’s figure. She was draped in a small blanket, leaning against the hood of a car, casually looking up at the moon.

At the sound of footsteps, she glanced over, then continued her moon-gazing.

Shang Yu’s heightened tension dropped abruptly.

Only a few meters apart, he stood motionless, his gaze filled with complex emotions.

Li Qiao wrapped the small blanket tighter around her, the movement highlighting the lean lines of her neck.

Shang Yu approached, his powerful arms encircling her, as he lowered his head, his handsome face pressing against the side of hers, “Why didn’t you wait for me?”

“I was afraid you’d make me have an abortion,” said Li Qiao calmly, smelling his scent.

Shang Yu tightened his embrace and kissed her cold cheek. His husky voice carried a barely perceptible tremor, “We won’t abort; if you want to keep it, we’ll keep it.”

Even though he held no expectations for the child, he had no choice but to compromise with her.

Li Qiao let out a faint sigh of relief, lowered her eyelids, and tugged at the corner of her mouth, “Then let’s go home.”