She walked over and obediently lay down on it.
The nurse came over, speaking French again.
Feng Yanyan looked at her, not understanding what she meant, until the nurse reached out to take off her pants.
Feng Yanyan's body tensed up, and she abruptly closed her eyes.
But just as her pants were being pulled off, she suddenly reached out and held on to them tightly.
The nurse paused, looking at the doctor standing nearby.
As the doctor put on sterile gloves, he tried to reassure her in broken English, "Relax, it will be quick, won't hurt..."
.
In the corridor, Ji Qing received a phone call from Feng Chen'an.
"How is Yanyan?"
"She's in surgery now."
"... Oh."
"Xiao'an, your dad still doesn't know about this, so you mustn't tell anyone, especially Asheng, understand?"
"..." Feng Chen'an didn't respond.
"Did you hear what I said? You haven't told anyone, have you?" Ji Qing asked anxiously.
"No."
"That's good."
