Chapter 1815: 1815: The Truth Is Often More Cruel

Chapter 1815: Chapter 1815: The Truth Is Often More Cruel

“You need to consider her future; how could she find another partner after giving birth?”

Shameless!

The only words left in Xie Wanying and Zhao Wenzong’s minds were those, unable to believe that such irresponsible words came from a former classmate.

Zhao Wenzong couldn’t contain his shock, taking big gulps of water.

All Xie Wanying could recall were the words from their obstetrics teachers, encouraging men to accompany and witness both childbirth and abortions.

Since men outside can’t see, they can remain detached, completely ignorant of women’s pain, unaware of the horrors occurring in the operating room.

What is an abortion procedure like? Many men have no idea; even if they’ve heard, they can remain ignorant.

“Hu Hao,” Xie Wanying earnestly imparted medical knowledge to her high school classmate, “an abortion isn’t as simple as you think, just letting the fetus slip out of the mother’s body. When you suggest me to help her get an appointment at a major hospital, the option of a simple medical abortion is likely past its useful time, only a standard or painless abortion can be done. Such procedures often mean the fetus has formed. Essentially, the child in the mother’s belly has a shape no different from you or me, with its own heartbeat, brain, and limbs. When a doctor performs the procedure, how do they extract the fetus? It’s done with a suction device, inserting instruments into the mother’s uterus, pulverizing the fetus, and then pulling out its shattered tiny body. Let me ask you, do you dare to personally witness your child being dismembered?”

The two men sitting at the table listened to her detailed description, their expressions gradually losing composure.

“Do you think when the instruments reach the mother’s uterus, you’ll be spared from seeing those horrifying scenes?” Xie Wanying was not afraid to candidly speak bluntly to her unashamed high school classmate, “Let me tell you, every part of the extracted child’s body is individually counted by the doctor on the table; its head, limbs, each bone must be accounted for, ensuring that nothing remains inside the mother.

According to her words, Hu Hao’s mind conjured images so terrifying that he screamed.

“Stop talking,” Hu Hao waved his hand, stopping her, sweat trickling down into his collar.

“If you still don’t understand, I can take you to see how the suction device container is filled with the extracted child’s body,” Xie Wanying said.

“Stop talking!” Hu Hao shouted at her face, his bulging eyes unable to believe she could say things more horrifying than a horror movie. In Hu Hao’s opinion, doctors are truly terrifying.

Doctors aren’t terrifying; they have no choice but to reveal these dire consequences to you, hoping that you’ll awaken and correct your mistakes.

Looking at her classmate, Xie Wanying’s gaze actually carried hope and sorrow. She wasn’t a judge, and she knew the law was powerless in these matters; she could only hope, as a doctor, her words would awaken people’s conscience to how wicked and shameless such actions are.

Hu Hao, confronted by this doctor classmate, sat down, knowing the doctor could see through his dirty thoughts, tugging at his collar agitatedly. Suddenly, two figures appearing in front caused his body to stiffen.

“What’s wrong?” Zhao Wenzong turned back, both seeing the man and woman ahead.