Men, listen, grab the top of the mountain and stand in the center position

Chun Yang did his best to prepare Wangshu's favorite dishes: wontons, steamed dumplings, fried eggs, fish congee, and mushroom stewed chicken. The table was full, but he was still the same, except that his body seemed to be resisting food. His chest felt a little swollen and painful, and he was irritable and couldn't concentrate on the account book.

"Madam, have two more mouthfuls of porridge."

It took him half an hour to take a sip. It was served steaming hot on the table. It would have gone cold if he hadn't eaten it, so Chun Yang picked up the bowl and fed him himself.

When it was close to his mouth, Wangshu had to eat it. He put it in his mouth and swallowed it like a knife. When he took the second bite, the corners of his eyes became moist for no reason, and he actually felt wronged...

I don't want to eat. I feel like crying when I'm forced to eat someone.

Chun Yang quickly put down the bowl to comfort her, "Okay, okay, don't drink it yet." He asked someone to take it away.

In the past two years, the lady has eaten well, slept well, and her business has been doing even better. Jingzhou is neither too cold nor too hot, so she can go out all year round, either to the inn, the fields, or the military camp. She can do both business and exercise, and has never been sick.

Moreover, the general spent most of his time in Jingcheng, and the couple were very close in their daily life, even more loving than a newlywed couple. For a woman, having a good husband is like getting sunshine, rain and fertility, which makes all things grow and develop and thrive.

Even based on appearance alone, Chun Yang was confident that his wife looked more dazzling than the popular beauties in the city this year.

New peaches are ripe everywhere, plump and tempting.

I’m just afraid that people will get sick. Once they’re sick, they won’t eat or drink, which will be a terrible pain.

Feeling uncomfortable staying there, Chun Yang helped the person onto the carriage and asked his personal maid to take good care of him.

On the way, the carriage met an armored general who took time out to look for someone. Wangshu half leaned on the pillow and ignored the visitor. Qin Xiuyuan silently took off his armor, inadvertently exposing his chest - the little woman who usually looked at him with relish and even reached out for a hug, now showed no emotion and turned a blind eye.

I've been married to him for only seven years... and I'm already tired of him.

Only men come and go, and they don't object to being close to each other. Qin Xiuyuan kissed her first and then coaxed her, "Shushu, I've asked a doctor to take your pulse when I get home. You can't not eat."

She was visibly thinner, and Ji Laoer, who was so anxious that she couldn't stop talking, kept whining in the morning, "Sister, you are not going to die, are you?" This made Qin Xiuyuan, who always doted on her, very angry. His light-colored eyes stared at her, making her tremble with fear, and she ran away very fast with her legs agape.

So, he was not in the mood for training and went to see a doctor.

Main house.

Wangshu didn't want to become the ancient man who died because of his obsession with lotus stems, so she stretched out her hand to show the antique. It was still the old doctor with a white beard who reminded men to absorb yang and nourish yin, which made the young man very happy. She remembered that he didn't ask her to take medicine.

In the past two years, whenever Ji Laoer had a headache or fever, he was asked to come and see the doctor, and it was quite effective.

Qin Xiuyuan trusted the old doctor who always encouraged him to work hard and diligently the most. However, Wang Shu, as the recipient, was not very nice to him.

They had met a few times in the past two years. Wangshu would never let anyone take his pulse unless he was sick, and the two of them had little in common.

He then switched his right hand to his left, checking his tongue against the light and rolling his eyes. The delicate woman couldn't help rolling her eyes as the old man with a celestial look lifted her eyelids left and right to look at her eyelids...

"Haha!" The old doctor smiled. Qin Xiuyuan, who was sitting and half holding the person, saw that the person was in a relatively relaxed mood, and felt a little relieved. He patted the back and asked him to bear it for a while.

"Young man, I would like to ask you a few questions in private."

Wangshu refused to give in, and refused to let anyone get up. "Ask here."

Qin Xiuyuan nodded to the man and said, "Old doctor, please ask. My wife has an open mind and is not one to worry about trivial matters."

The evaluation was quite high, but the woman didn't react much. The old doctor raised his eyebrows, but after listening to her husband's praise, he was indifferent and said, "Tsk tsk!"

"Madam, your little day is coming soon?"

Without any embarrassment, Wangshu casually replied, "It's a little late, it will be soon."

"How late is it?"

How long can she remember how much money she spent yesterday and what dishes she ate yesterday, but she has no idea what day it is. She is not as good at remembering solar terms as Ji Laoer. She can't remember, Qin Xiuyuan took over.

"Doctor, about ten days." Normally, the chest would be swollen and the lower abdomen would feel heavy five days in advance, and the person would be more restless and anxious. Add to that the three or four days of miscarriage, and there would be about ten days of discomfort before and after.

"Are there any symptoms?"

Qin Xiuyuan looked at the person, Wangshu nodded, "Yes, but he hasn't come yet."

"Doctor, my wife used to have bloating and abdominal pain before going to bed, but recently her bloating and pain have eased and she has no abdominal pain for now."

The old doctor looked at the man who knew the situation well with admiration, and praised the depressed woman: "Madam, this ideal husband is very caring."

Wangshu forced a smile and boasted, "Old man, I'm very kind to him."

The protagonist blushed when he was praised.

"Haha, okay, okay."

Then he began to take the pulse carefully, which took a long time.

Wangshu tilted his head to watch the man lower his head, almost touching his white beard. He was lost in thought, then reached out his other hand to touch it. It was really hard. Qin Xiuyuan's stubble was also hard. This man had always had chest hair, but he plucked it out too quickly. He shaved diligently every day. As he got older, he might become a foreigner with a thick beard and abundant chest hair...

When the man was about to pull someone's beard unconsciously, Qin Xiuyuan stretched out his hand to stop him. The doctor smiled and indicated that it was not a problem.

When he finally finished his work and stroked his beard to conclude his speech, Wangshu was already drowsy. The doctor pulled her hand, motioning her to wake up, with a childlike innocence, "Haha, ma'am, listen carefully to what I'm going to say next!"

It’s nothing more than those spiritual therapies that can cure three thousand diseases by calming the mind, and can eat and drink naturally.

Otherwise, it would be encouraging Qin Xiuyuan to treat him the same way.

If it was the latter, Wangshu would really start cursing - the bystanders were confused, but as an insider, he knew everything clearly. Qin Xiuyuan was good in everything, but he was just too strong and capable!

Wangshu was under a lot of pressure as he was forced to follow the trend!

Only Qin Xiuyuan saw that although the old doctor looked relaxed, he still listened attentively when it came to the woman's body.

"Although Madam's heart rate is relatively fast, I can still confirm that Madam's fetal pulse is relatively weak. It is about one month old."

In short, the couple was fried black inside and out on the spot.

He was mentally prepared for some choking dirty talk, but as soon as he heard it, he almost drowned in his own saliva. "Ahem!" Wangshu suddenly felt less sleepy. "What?"

Fetal pulse?

She turned her head to look at the man, stunned for a moment, then ecstatic, looked at the doctor and then at her, her eyes sparkling and her expression ecstatic, and the next second he kissed her all over the head, his warm lips densely packed with happy marks, "Hmm..."

Wangshu turned his head and straightened his back after hitting someone with his nose, and pushed the man who had lost his composure in public. The old man next to him was actually watching the performance with a lustful look in his eyes!

"Monster! Alright..."

Until she felt the warmth in the socket of his shoulder, she loosened her grip and patted the big man who was leaning on her body, crying with excitement and embarrassed to look up. As if infected, Wangshu tilted her neck and slowly breathed out, cooling down the damp heat transmitted from the man...