My little country wife whom I haven't seen for eight years has come to join the army

Not long after, a middle-aged male doctor in a white coat, who looked like a cadre, walked out from the department next door as quickly as a gust of wind.

After briefly but concernedly inquiring about the nurse's specific situation, he walked steadily up to Man No. 3, a gentle smile on his face, and said softly, "Comrade, I'm the director of this department. Don't worry, let's talk slowly. Let's go to my office, have a glass of water, calm down, and sort things out."

It was obvious he didn't want to escalate the situation. Seeing this, Lu Qinchuan knew it wasn't the right time to continue the stalemate, so he advised Man No. 3, "Why don't you just follow their instructions and hear what they have to say? It's impossible for two completely different test results to appear in less than a month."

Man No. 3 thought about it, nodded, and followed Lu Qinchuan into the room behind the department director.

This was the men's department, so Zhou Ruoyu couldn't follow them in, so she could only sit on the chair and wait for them to come out. She was confused by what had just happened. She only vaguely judged that it might be a misdiagnosis or something, otherwise the patient couldn't make a fuss.

Two checklists with identical handwriting were spread out on the department director's desk. Man No. 3, his fingers trembling with anger, pointed at the table and shouted, "You're the boss, so please give me an explanation. How could this happen in just one month?"

The department director called the male doctor who was treating the patient over. At first, the male doctor was not convinced and kept arguing with man No. 3. When the department director asked him to look at the two examination sheets with his handwriting on the table, he was stunned.

The air was frozen, and the only sound that could be heard was Lu Qinchuan's increasingly heavy breathing. Man No. 3 even glanced at him: My checklist, why is he so excited?

The male doctor picked up the two checklists and looked at them. Then, as if he had finally cleared himself, he said to the department director, "Director, this wasn't his checklist last time, or rather, the sample wasn't his. I clearly wrote number 5, but he's number 3!"

"What?" The department director casually took out a magnifying glass from the drawer and carefully looked at the numbered sticker torn off the sample tube, his eyes constantly scanning the two checklists in front and behind one by one.

After looking at it for a long time, he took off his glasses and said solemnly to Man No. 3, "Comrade, on behalf of the department, I apologize to you for this matter. It was our negligence that we got the sample number wrong last time. This checklist is not yours!"

Before anyone could react, he turned to the male doctor and said seriously:

"This is a medical malpractice. You can't even write basic Arabic numerals. You're unfit to be a doctor who saves lives. I'll take over your job now. You can go back and wait for the next step!"

Lu Qinchuan pushed aside the bewildered Man No. 3, rushed to the head of the department, picked up the checklist, and asked, "Whose is this checklist? Do you know if it harmed another patient?"

The department director frowned and said, "Judging from his handwriting, this should be the sample from Patient 5."

Man No. 3 walked out of the clinic dejectedly, and Lu Qinchuan, who followed him out, hugged his head and said, "Brother, brother, I'm No. 5, I'm No. 5."

Man No. 3 looked up at the mentally ill man and said listlessly, "So you're the only one who's fine. What's there to be happy about?"

Lu Qinchuan almost jumped up. He hugged his head and kissed him hard on the forehead. There was a crisp and powerful sound.

Zhou Ruoyu, who was sitting on the bench at the main entrance, looked at him with a confused look on her face. Does Lu Qinchuan like this?

How disgusting!

Thinking of this word, she felt really nauseous and she touched her chest and vomited loudly.

Lu Qinchuan looked back, startled and let go of man number 3, and hurried over: "What's wrong with you?"

Zhou Ruoyu shook her head weakly, looked at him, and then looked at man No. 3.

Man No. 3 understood and tried to defend himself: "I am a normal person. Who knows what is wrong with your man?"

"Wife, today I will prove to you that I am also a normal person!"

He grinned and called out to the nurse: "Nurse, nurse, I want to take a sample!"

The nurse heard this and tried to escape by holding onto the wall. In all her years of work, this was the first time someone had taken the initiative to take such a sample...

Having had sperm retrieval experience once, Lu Qinchuan was already familiar with the process. He personally sent the sperm to the laboratory, keeping a close eye on his descendants from beginning to end...

This time, the department director handled the entire process. He wrote the checklist and handed it to Lu Qinchuan: "I want to solemnly apologize to you. Because our doctor's negligence has caused trouble and inconvenience to you two, I will also take the initiative to go to the logistics department tomorrow to explain this matter and apologize!"

He spoke a lot of official jargon and polite words, but Lu Qinchuan didn't listen to a word. He turned around, picked up Zhou Ruoyu, and spun her around several times. Then, as if remembering something, he asked the department director:

"But if there's nothing wrong with me, why have we been married for so long... and there's been no movement?"

The head of the department said seriously, "The most urgent thing now is that you should buy a book on this subject. We haven't spread enough knowledge about post-marital sex yet, and many people have misconceptions. Comrade, don't worry. As long as you are healthy, you will have a child!"

Zhou Ruoyu, who was suddenly shaken three or four times, felt dizzy and his stomach was churning. He couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of sour water.

"Xiao Yu, this is the second time you vomited. Was it me who carried you around?" Lu Qinchuan asked anxiously.

The department director looked at her pale face and asked Lu Qinchuan, "Is this woman your lover?"

Lu Qinchuan nodded: "Yes, I vomited twice when I first arrived at the hospital. Is there any special smell here?"

The head of the department waved to Zhou Ruoyu and said, "Come here. I've studied Chinese medicine. Let me take a look."

The head of the department narrowed his eyes as he touched her fair wrist. Lu Qinchuan's heart tightened in fear: "What's wrong with her?"

The department director obviously didn't want to speak yet, and almost held his breath as he continued to feel Zhou Ruoyu's pulse.

Time passed by little by little, and Lu Qinchuan's patience disappeared little by little. Just when he was about to grab the department director's collar, the department director let out a long sigh.

"If I'm not mistaken, she should be pregnant." The department director looked at Lu Qinchuan indifferently.

"Oh, pregnant... What? You said my wife is pregnant?"

Not only Lu Qinchuan, but even Zhou Ruoyu was so shocked that she almost bit off her tongue. She was actually pregnant? She was so capable of doing anything in this world, and she got pregnant first?

She felt the snowflakes starting to fall above her head, and the sad song "Yi Jian Mei" sounded at the same time, and she felt deeply helpless.

"But I only looked at your pulse. Why not go to the gynecology department and get a blood test? We'll know the results soon."

The head of the department pointed them in the direction of gynecology.

"Let's go," Lu Qinchuan grabbed Zhou Ruoyu's hand, happy as a three-year-old fool, "I'm going to be a father too, haha."