After hanging up, I stepped out of the ward and saw my colleagues' sympathetic looks. A colleague handed me the report.
I glanced at it, the threatened miscarriage was caused by recent intense sexual activity. Holding the report, I took a deep breath and pushed open Lilian's ward door.
She had just woken up. Seeing me, she frowned and asked directly, "How's my baby now? Is there still a risk of miscarriage?"
Her eyes were full of worry, clearly, she cared a lot about this baby. It reminded me that we had once had a child together.
But that baby was lost in a miscarriage caused by Lilian going skydiving. When she found out she'd lost the baby, she was expressionless. There wasn't a trace of grief like a mother losing her child.
She had frowned and told me, "This child came at the wrong time. It's gone, so be it."
Later, I learned the reason she went skydiving.
It was because her best friend's younger brother, Barry Appleton, had returned from abroad. She insisted on skydiving at five months pregnant to celebrate with Barry. That's how the baby was lost.