It wasn't until late at night, when the cold wind penetrated into the back of her neck, making Ruan Huai feel cold, that she finally woke up a little.

When he got up from the stone steps, Ruan Huai's eyes were groggy and black, and he was almost about to faint, and he held on to the pillar on the side for a while before calming down slightly.

Ruan Huai returned to the house and lay down on his bed.

Ruan Huai was a little self-defeating and lay on the pillow, regardless of whether it would be uncomfortable to press his lower abdomen like this.

I lay on the pillow for a while, the corners of my eyes were slightly red, the tip of my nose was also red, and my lips were biting hard.

Ruan Huai sniffed lightly, and suddenly buried his little face in the pillow, sinking himself in, allowing himself to sink into difficult breathing, unable to break free.

The next day, after Ruan Huai woke up, he sat up slowly, lowered his head and stared at his lower abdomen, and looked at him lightly for a while.

She sat on the bed for a while, then got out of bed as usual, changed her clothes, and prepared herself for breakfast.

As a result, she cooked porridge for half a day, and she couldn't drink it after only a few sips.

Ruan Huai knew very well that this might be due to the hint of psychological effects, so he would become unate, but he still didn't want to eat it.

Even, Ruan Huai didn't even want to go to the trading house, and soon returned to the bed and lay down, as if he could escape from reality.

When he woke up at noon, Ruan Huai suddenly felt that his state was not quite right, and he knew that if he continued like this, he would be suffocated out of his illness if he was not sick.

So, I made up my mind to go to Zhanxiyang's hospital again.

Ruan Huai wanted to feel at ease.

She preferred it to be her own crankiness.

Coincidentally, when Ruan Huai went to the medical center, it happened that Zhan Xiyang was in the medical hall.

Zhan Xiyang saw Ruan Huai coming, and his complexion looked worse than yesterday, and asked worriedly, "What's the matter with you?" ”

Ruan Huai took a deep breath, sat down calmly and said, "Yesterday's medicine...... It doesn't seem to work, you can help me check the pulse again. ”

"I'll just say let you take the pulse, you have to save trouble."

Zhan Xiyang said as he took a pulse pillow for her to cushion.

Ruan Huai lowered his head, pulled up the cuffs one by one, exposed his wrists, and put them on the pulse pillow.

When Zhan Xiyang reached over and pressed her wrist to check her pulse, Ruan Huai's eyes didn't blink, he just stared at him silently and his fingers pressed her pulse slightly hard.

Ruan Huai's narrow face was cold and white, as if he was waiting for the death sentence to be announced, but he was surprisingly silent and calm.

Finally, Zhan Xiyang let go of her hand, but he didn't tell Ruan Huai anything immediately, but just said to Ruan Huai in a gentle tone: "Change your hand." ”

Ruan Huai finally blinked his somewhat sour eyes, nodded slightly, and stretched out his other hand to check his pulse.

This time, Zhan Xiyang quickly let go of Ruan Huai's hand, Zhan Xiyang spread out a piece of paper, wrote the prescription very silently for a while, and then remembered something, looked up at Ruan Huai, who was sitting on the other side of the table with a calm expression, thought for a moment and said, "Ruan Huai, do you know it in your heart?" ”

Ruan Huai slowly lowered his cuffs and asked softly, "Isn't it a syncopal attack?" ”

Zhan Xiyang said, "No," and said directly to Ruan Huai, "You are three months pregnant." ”

Ruan Huai was looking at Zhan Xiyang, looking at the shape of his mouth, every word he spoke, and he practiced it repeatedly in his mind.

After a long time, Ruan Huai nodded, his expression was very flat, and said "oh".

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