Pampered by My Secret Husband Chapter 848 - 850: If... She Were Pregnant with His Child

"When a woman is on her nstrual period, it can be accompanied by varying degrees of pain. Severe cases must take dication to suppress the pain."

"Then what are you waiting for? Hurry up and give her the dicine!"

"Yes, yes, yes..."

The doctor imdiately prepared the dicine, but the maniac was in a coma, so how was she supposed to take it?

Thomas Shannon reached out and took the dicine in his hand, his handso face gloomy, "So much?"

"Yes, the man’s condition is quite serious. This dicine should be taken three tis a day with warm water. Stop the dication depending on the improvent of the situation."

Thomas Shannon nodded his head and asked, "Besides taking dicine, is there any thod to relieve the pain?"

"You can let the maniac drink so ginger brown sugar water appropriately. Brown sugar warms the womb and has a pain-relieving effect."

Thomas Shannon looked at the servant next to him, "Go make it imdiately."

"Yes, Young Master."

After advising the precautions, the doctor cautiously spoke again, "Young Master, there is sothing I don’t know if I should say."

"Speak!"

Thomas Shannon’s anger surged upwards. When did people develop this annoying habit of speaking hesitantly?

"It’s better for you not to anger the maniac too much, as there is still a blood clot in her head. If her blood circulation is not smooth and the brain is under blood supply, unpredictable consequences could happen. Moreover, won should indeed not be angry for long periods. If they harbor resentnt in their hearts, the likelihood of developing breast diseases is higher than normal."

Thomas Shannon’s expression was complex and solemn. He nodded slowly, "Understood. Anything else to say?"

"No, that’s all."

"Then get out."

The doctor took the dical box and hurriedly left the bedroom.

Thomas Shannon poured a cup of warm water and placed it on the bedside table. He held the dicine, frowning, unsure of how to feed it to her.

Even in a coma, Sophie’s delicate eyebrows were slightly furrowed.

Was she still angry?

Thomas Shannon reached out, gently smoothing her furrowed brows with his fingertip, he couldn’t make her angry...

All she wants is to restore her mory.

Letting her restore her mory isn’t impossible.

Unless he’s confident enough to make her stay with him.

His gaze slowly fell on her lower abdon.

If... she was pregnant with his child, would she obediently stay by his side?

Thinking like this, Thomas Shannon suddenly felt enlightened. In this way, she can restore her mory while he can keep her by his side.

At the very least, they would have the bond of a child between them, a child as a link, would he fear she would run far?

Understanding this point, Thomas Shannon hooked his lips in a smile, lowered his head, and kissed her between her brows, "Alright, I won’t make you angry anymore. Wake up obediently."

Feeding Sophie the dicine was truly a challenge.

Thomas Shannon pinched her chin, forcing her mouth open. He placed the tablet in her mouth and used a small spoon to press down her tongue, letting the tablet slide down her throat, and then fed her water.

Her throat caught the foreign object, and Sophie instinctively made a swallowing motion.

Along with the warm water, she then took the dicine.

After so effort, Sophie’s collar was soaked, and Thomas Shannon was sweating as well.

He called over the servant to help change her sleep gown and left to call another doctor.

The doctor ca to the study room and saw Thomas Shannon’s gaze fixed darkly on him, causing his heart to panic as he quickly stepped forward, "Young Master, you called?"

Thomas Shannon flicked the cigarette ash, his voice deep and slightly hoarse, "Undo the maniac’s contraceptive dication."