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

Amidst the warmth, the old doctor smiled, seemingly pleased with what he saw. His words were filled with joy and ease, "Madam, you're certainly not feeling well, but you must maintain a calm demeanor and avoid excessive joy or anger. Don't be picky about food, and don't overeat. Just like a vase, don't let it get bumpy!"

Wangshu was the first to come to his senses. "Old doctor, please go to the main hall and sit for a while."

Hehe, the old doctor nodded, listened to the man's suppressed sobbing, and slowly walked out of the room.

What a naughty old boy! Wangshu raised his shoulders and said, "It's going to be numb!"

The man then raised his face, wiped his tears and blew his nose with a handkerchief, revealing the red marks on his face. His wet eyelashes drooped, but he gently held the person in his arms.

Silence is better than sound.

Wangshu circled his belly with his hands and sighed inwardly, even if a cast-iron tree could bloom or a sow could climb a tree, it couldn't compare to the miracle of this body being able to get pregnant...

Although his eyes were still red, Qin Xiuyuan still kept the patient for an hour, asking him questions carefully and listening attentively from beginning to end. In the end, he tried his best to keep the old doctor but to no avail, so he had to agree to have him come to his home to take his pulse once a month.

Even the sage-like old man refused the generous medical expenses, saying, "Young man, I'll pay for it after the baby is born. Now buy some jewelry and clothes for the young lady. It's more important to cheer her up and keep the pregnancy going!"

The old naughty boy blinked and said, "Your wife loves beauty, but being pregnant is very tiring for her physically and mentally. As a husband, you have to bend over and bear the brunt of it."

He endured it all, even eating his flesh and drinking his blood—he was happy to do it! Overjoyed, Qin Xiuyuan helped the man onto the carriage and personally drove him off, steadily but not slowly. They arrived at a thatched cottage, surrounded by picturesque scenery and the chirping of birds. He then helped the man down, bowed deeply, and left.

"Master, he's so handsome!"

"The boy is really nice. And his wife is nice too."

The female disciple sighed to the sky, "Alas, time is running out!" She startled two little birds that were singing, and they flew away with a flap of their wings.

General's Mansion. Ji's mother and father, who had rushed to see their daughter upon hearing the news, were overjoyed. They circled around Wangshu, laughing for a moment, then bursting into tears. They turned around and wiped their tears. When the couple looked back at each other, they choked with sobs.

Wangshu, who was checking the account books, calmed down after her initial surprise. She was completely immune to the people around her who were envious of her. The thought of pregnancy and childbirth in this backward era made her feel dreadful. Her mind was filled with terrifying scenarios of losing the fetus, her own life hanging by a thread, or even a double death. Even if she tried to calmly comfort herself, she would feel fatter and bloated, and would never be in her current shape again...

My hands and feet are numb!

Thinking back on it, it was like taking care of the second Ji Lao Er, and it seemed that the scary scene was not so scary anymore.

In short, fear and worry prevailed.

These two lives have been so short! She has done some practical work for the people's livelihood. The Transmigration Bureau should open their eyes and let her go back to live the rest of her life! If she fails the assessment, alas!

Dinner. Wangshu still had a poor appetite. Only Ji Laoer, having learned from his overjoyed parents that his sister was pregnant, was curious and wanted to touch her. Those who drank the porridge said nothing, occasionally picking up some dried fish to taste it. Most of the others couldn't eat. When she was offered food, she would block it with her hand covering the bowl. When someone reached out to touch her, she would push it away, frowning in annoyance, closing her eyes and sighing, "Ah!"

My mood is unconcealedly bad.

Qin Xiuyuan took Ji Laoer away and said, "Lele, sister is feeling a little uncomfortable, let's eat."

There was only half a bowl of white porridge left. He picked up two pieces of green leafy vegetables with his chopsticks, put down his chopsticks and went back to his room.

Madam Ji wanted to say something, but when she saw her son-in-law standing up to send the guests back to their rooms, she shook his head and swallowed the words back. She then told Madam Xia to steam some tender egg custard and sprinkle some dried fish on it.

The bedroom, once a forbidden area, was now constantly attended to by her maidservant. Nearby was the semi-retired Wangcai, who was in low spirits and rarely left the house. The only people she could see in the inn and the lotus fields were Ji Shou, Manager Liu, and the old farmer.

It seemed as if she had returned to her bedridden state, never leaving the house. Sometimes she wondered if she wasn't pregnant. An old man wasn't very skilled; there was no way he could tell by feeling a pulse. She slept endlessly, day and night, unable to wake up, and her heart was chilled.

When the white-bearded man reached out and touched her wrist again, he unconsciously said in a daze, "Madam's pulse is more stable. It has been more than two months."

Qin Xiuyuan slowly lifted up his shirt to show him his belly. He stroked his beard and nodded, "Madam, you are thinner, but there are changes inside."

The man quickly put down his clothes and whispered, "Yes, my wife's appetite has been affected." Eating smaller meals more frequently could not compare to her previous interest in eating.

"Well, as long as you can eat it, it's fine. Apart from the big movements, the rest is up to you, little girl."

A little girl, smiling, with an air of immortality...

The person Wangshu hates the most now is this person, and he rolls his eyes at him without any concealment.

The two men saw through it, and Qin Xiuyuan, the culprit who got someone pregnant, apologized. White Beard, who thought he had contributed to the incident, waved his hand, indicating that it was nothing.

"Young man, you said I was the only doctor she didn't resist, which means she still accepts me in her heart. It must be hard for a girl to hold a baby in her arms, even more so than you did when you first went to the battlefield."

The latter sentence was the second time Qin Xiuyuan had spoken it. He was even more respectful towards the person and bowed deeply: "Xiuyuan will remember this."

"It's okay to be thinner. If the baby is smaller, it won't be too big when it's born, which will save the danger."

This time, the old master's female disciple followed him down the mountain, and the old and the young went to the market.

"So she's the mistress of a wealthy family in Jingzhou!"

"Here."

“People must be beautiful.”

"Zhuzhu, loving someone is like growing flowers. You have good taste. The boy you like is particularly good at growing flowers."

"...Ah! Next time Zhuzhu wants to go see the flowers he grows!"

"It has thorns!"

"Who dares to act so arrogantly in front of you, Master? In the end, you didn't treat her and made her so anxious!"

"Haha! If you're on someone else's territory, you have to obey their orders. Your boy can grow flowers, and he can fight even better! We can't escape his territory!"

When she was three months old, a small bulge appeared in the middle of her soft belly. Before she could rejoice, Wangshu started vomiting all the time after sleeping day and night. She would vomit whenever she was awake. Before she even got to the table, the smell of the steamed egg with dried fish from the New Love and Old Love combo wafted in and went straight into her nostrils. She felt a lump in her neck and said, "Ugh!"

The man, who worked from home most of the time, hurriedly helped the other person to lie down on his back. His stomach was empty, he had already vomited everything out, but it was just dry heaving, which still made him cry.

Qin Xiuyuan took the handkerchief wrung with cold water from the maid and carefully wiped away the smell from the woman.

"Shushu, be good."