"Madam, she has been pregnant for more than two months, and now she has a slippery fetus." Dr. Zhang withdrew his pulse, touched his white beard, and stretched out his hand to continue to take the pulse.

Meng Zhiyuan was so frightened by Dr. Zhang's frowning appearance that his heart kept mentioning it, Wang is now 36 years old, and he is about to become a grandmother.

Now that the are still old and pregnant, Meng Zhiyuan's first concern is whether Wang's body can withstand it, and before he has time to feel a trace of joy in his heart, he is so frightened by Dr. Zhang's demeanor and words that his hands tremble.

"Uncle Zhang, please protect your lord, no matter what, you must ensure the safety of my wife." Meng Zhiyuan closed his eyes slightly, clenched his fists, and said in a low and weak voice.

After hearing this, Dr. Zhang put down his hand and said with a questioning expression: "When did I say that Mrs. Zun is in danger?" ”

"Although there is a slippery fetus, Mrs. Kezun has a good foundation, and the pregnant woman and the fetus are still safe. Don't work any harder, stay in bed. Dr. Zhang was puzzled, and didn't understand that Wang had obviously had traces of a slippery fetus, but the fetus was magically stable in her womb.

When Sino heard this, he roughly guessed that his own healing technique had just worked.

"That's good, that's good! But is my wife's body now suitable for conceiving and having a child, will she be very guilty? Meng Zhiyuan first breathed a sigh of relief, and then thought about it and was still not at ease.

"It doesn't matter, as long as everything is well maintained, you can rest in bed for the first three months, and then take a pulse of peace every three days." Doctor Zhang touched a few handfuls of his beard and flashed his inspiration, looked at Meng Zhiyuan with a mysterious expression and said: "It is said that Mrs. Pingxi Hou is forty-two years old and has a pearl, all thanks to Zhao Zhe, the gynecological saint of Tai Hospital, and Gu An, the mother and child. ”

The implication is that the old man's skills are average, so it's better to ask for another master.

Dr. Zhang stayed in the Prime Minister's Mansion tremblingly for a month and a half, half of the baby's beard was about to lose half, Miss Meng's coma was really rare, if he didn't have a home, he was willing to study it carefully.

But if he was pressed in the Prime Minister's Mansion like a trapped beast, he was really afraid that Miss Meng would have to stay as long as he was in a coma, and even the day when her soul was broken was also the day when his soul returned home.

Dr. Zhang is an old doctor who has just retired from the Tai Hospital, and he is ready to return to his hometown, return home with his wife, farm for a long time, and end up in Nanshan leisurely.

If it weren't for the unspeakable friendship with Master Meng, this time he would not agree to Meng Zhiyuan's request, and stay in the Prime Minister's Mansion every day.

"Uncle Zhang, can your old man finish his words in one breath next time, and scare the little nephew so cold that he is now cold." After Meng Zhiyuan finished speaking, he reached out and wiped the sweat that didn't exist on his forehead.

After determining the safety of the Wang family, his heart was also determined.

He also heard a little about the Pingxi Hou family, and the Pingxi Hou, who had been giving birth to a daughter, finally gave birth to the first and only male son by Mrs. Hou five years ago after collecting all the seven fairies.

What he still remembers vividly is that when the next dynasty went out of the palace gate, Pingxi Hou immediately cried with joy when he learned from the little guy who had been waiting at the palace gate.

"Master, the eldest lady also asked Dr. Zhang to move." Mama Zhong, who was loyal to Sino, plucked up the courage to remind after learning that her wife was okay.

Poor eldest lady seems to have been forgotten by the master.

"Uncle Zhang, please!" Meng Zhiyuan felt a little empty in his heart, originally Dr. Zhang was going to see Sino first, but he really didn't worry about the pale and comatose Wang family, and his beloved wife was eager to intercept the doctor.

Dr. Zhang followed Mama Zhong in Sino's room, bypassing the screen from the couch by the window, and arrived at Sino's bedside.

Meng Zhiyuan thought about it and told Mama Hong well, and he followed him, and now his daughter's safety is equal to his wife's safety.

Men in the boudoir are not allowed to enter, except for doctors.

Dr. Zhang looked at Sino who was curled up in the corner of the bed with the quilt, and looked at himself vigilantly, suddenly feeling a little clueless, and a bit like coaxing his sick two-year-old granddaughter to take medicine.

"Miss, don't be afraid! Mama is here! Mama Zhong patiently coaxed, and Sino was willing to cooperate, so Dr. Zhang finally took the pulse.

"Huh?" Doctor Zhang was puzzled and motioned for Sino to stretch out his other hand and continue to take the pulse.