The beloved baby has a space

Chapter 700 Madam Zhang is Pregnant

Meanwhile, Zhang had just fallen asleep that night when she was suddenly awakened by a nightmare. She dreamt that Wang Wulang was sobbing and crying, but he was gone, leaving only a drifting, pitiful soul that said, "Mother, Mother, your son has died out there!"

"Wulang!" Madam Zhang suddenly sat up, her whole body jerking. Then, she suddenly felt an itch in her throat and couldn't help but gag.

With a "whoosh," he vomited into Wang Chuanyuan's neck.

Wang Chuanyuan stopped snoring and woke up.

"Husband, husband." Little Zhang wanted to cry in Wang Chuanyuan's arms, but seeing the filth on his body, she turned away in disgust and cried on the quilt.

While crying, she suddenly vomited.

Wang Chuanyuan, who was holding his breath, saw his wife in such discomfort, so he quickly got up, took off his dirty clothes, and wiped himself haphazardly with a pillowcase.

Then he carried Xiao Zhang to the soft couch next to him, opened the cabinet and took out a new cotton quilt cover, covered Xiao Zhang with it, and said, "Wait a minute, I'll ask Yingqin to pour you some hot water. I don't know if the doctor is still open, I'll go and check."

Yingqin and Yingzhong were both servants that Ayu gave to the couple. Yingqin used to be a cook in the royal palace, and Yingzhong was her twin brother. The two were originally worried that they would be treated like mules in the countryside and would waste their skills. Unexpectedly, the couple were not used to ordering people around, and they lived more at ease than before.

Yingqin was only responsible for feeding the couple and staying by Xiao Zhang's side to wait for her summons.

Hearing the commotion in another room, she quickly put on her clothes and saw Wang Chuanyuan running out barefoot.

"Master, what's wrong?"

"Go inside and look after Madam. I'll call the doctor. I'll be right back." Wang Chuanyuan paused when he saw Yingqin come out, turned to the courtyard, and said, "Go to the kitchen first and see if there's any hot soup left. If there's no hot water, that's fine too. Bring some for Madam."

"Yes, yes, I understand." Yingqin replied, then hurriedly called out, "Master, I'll have Yingzhong go and fetch a doctor. It's already October, and if you go out like this, Madam will worry."

"It doesn't matter."

"Sir, your shoes!"

Before he finished speaking, Wang Chuanyuan had vanished without a trace.

There is no curfew in Nanhe Town. At night, those who can afford it light at least two lanterns at their door. Occasionally, you can also find a couple of night market stalls that stay open all night. Wang Chuanyuan had just reached the street corner when he saw two people sitting in front of a stall selling roasted meats. Without looking any further, he ran towards the doctor's house.

Unfortunately, he went to two different doctors, both of whom said the doctors had gone to the village to make house calls. The only doctor left was one who had contracted typhoid fever and was afraid of infecting others, so he refused to open his door.

Wang Chuanyuan was so anxious that his lips were almost blistered, and he didn't even feel the icy cold under his feet.

"You must be the owner of Wang Family Restaurant?" a friendly voice rang out.

Wang Chuanyuan turned around and saw a customer in front of the barbecue stall, dressed very elegantly.

"you are?"

"My name is Yang Qisheng. I am honored to have the privilege of sitting in the elegant room of Wang Family Restaurant today. The restaurant is warmly decorated and the dishes are plentiful. I have thoroughly enjoyed myself." Yang Qisheng bowed.

Wang Chuanyuan hurriedly returned the greeting, only saying "Thank you, thank you," before running off again.

Yang Qisheng said, "Mr. Wang, if I'm not mistaken, you're looking for a doctor, right? I may not be very skilled, but I studied under a doctor for a few years and can diagnose some common ailments—"

Before he could speak, Yang Qisheng's arm was grabbed.

Wang Chuanyuan grabbed him and ran forward, saying, "Dr. Yang, thank you for your trouble!"

Yang Qisheng, who felt his arm was about to dislocate: "..."

Fifteen minutes later, Yang Qisheng walked out of the room where the smell had not completely dissipated. He rubbed his sore arms and turned to the anxious Wang Chuanyuan, saying, "Master, there's no need to worry. Madam is fine. She's just pregnant for over a month, which is why she's like this. Once she reaches four months of gestation, all the signs will disappear."

Wang Chuanyuan was dumbfounded: "Huh?"

That shouldn't be the case. He always drinks contraceptive soup beforehand, so how could this happen?

(End of this chapter)