Early the next morning, Xia Zhu took Lu Zhu to the hospital for an examination.

Lu Zhu followed behind her mother in a daze, watching her print the expert number of the advance appointment on the self-service machine, and took her ID card to get the medical card.

The gynecology department on the fourth floor took the elevator up, swiped the barcode on the machine, and waited for the announcement to call the number.

Xia Zhu found two connected vacant seats in the public seating area outside the clinic, pulled Lu Zhu to sit down, and rested his bag on his lap: "I got up last night to pour water and drink to see that the light in your room is still on, and you haven't slept at three o'clock in the morning, have you insomnia?"

Lu Zhu lowered his head: "A little."

"When I was pregnant with you, I always woke up at night, and I couldn't sleep or eat well." Xia Zhu recalled the past and became more and more sure, "Your symptoms now are the same as they were then."

Lu Zhu frowned embarrassedly: "Maybe it's not ......" She and Jiang Huaining did safety measures, he was very careful, and there were basically no accidents.

Xia Zhu was convinced: "Didn't you say that your period was late?"

Lu Zhu couldn't laugh or cry: "When I'm stressed, my menstrual period will be inaccurate, and I have postponed it before."

"Whether it's or not, we'll have to wait for the results of the test to come out." Xia Zhu looked at her face, and she didn't know what was going on, she lacked blood, unlike before, her cheeks were always white and pink, "Tell me what you didn't think at the beginning, you have to enter the advertising industry, I am working overtime every time I call you." If you don't take your body seriously at a young age, you'll know that you'll regret it when you're older. I started working in a medical device factory, and I did a delicate job, and I hurt my hand, and after many years, my hand still hurts at every turn, and I have fallen ill......

The sound of the trumpet on the radio sounded, interrupting Xia Zhu's endless chatter.

Xia Zhu got up and led Lu Zhu into the consultation room. The doctor, a woman in her forties and fifties, looked kind and asked Lu Zhu what her symptoms were.

Lu Zhu sat on the chair and looked up at her mother standing beside her, like a child, a little at a loss. Xia Zhu described for her: "Doctor, my daughter has been nauseating all the time in recent days, and she has not slept well, and her period has been postponed."

The doctor asked her if she was married.

Xia Zhu paused, and his voice was a little quieter: "No, but she has a boyfriend."

The doctor gave her a list to go for a check-up first, and then she would come and see it later.

The hospital is a time-consuming place, and after waiting in line for the examination, most of the morning has passed, and I return to the consultation room. The doctor looked at the data: "She's not pregnant."

Lu Zhu felt relieved, turned her head to look at her mother, grinned, and said no, she still didn't believe it.

Xia Zhu thought she was pregnant, and when she heard the news, she couldn't react a little, she was stunned for a long time, and asked the doctor, "Then why does she always vomit and can't eat?"

"If you have an upset stomach, it is recommended to go to the gastroenterology department to check if there is something wrong with the stomach. As for insomnia and irregular periods, there are many reasons, and I don't know exactly what the reason is."

The mother and daughter left the gynecology department and went to the gastroenterology department on the third floor, and they made an order for examination.

When Lu Zhu heard that he was going to have a gastroscopy, he was very resistant: "Can you not do it, I don't think there is anything wrong with my body." ….

"It doesn't matter if you think it's okay, you're not a doctor." Xia Zhu patted her on the back and reassured, "Well, I can rest assured after the examination, otherwise you will not feel well, and I will always have a pimple in my heart."

Lu Zhu had to go to the queue for a gastroscopy.

Her symptoms were relatively mild and did not require pathological laboratory tests, and the results came out quickly, in less than half an hour.

The doctor said there was nothing wrong with her stomach.

Lu Zhu looked at her mother again, and her blinking eyes seemed to say, look, I'll just say I'm fine.

Xia Zhu really couldn't understand it, and repeatedly asked the doctor for confirmation: "She does have an upset stomach and always has nausea."

"Is it retching?" The doctor asked, "Maybe it's chronic pharyngitis." Do you feel like your throat is blocked, you can't swallow it and you can't cough it out."

Lu Zhu shook his head: "It's not retching, and it's not a blocked throat."

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The young doctor helped his glasses, glanced at Xia Zhu, who accompanied her, and suggested, "Why don't you take your daughter to the gynecology department on the fourth floor to have a look?"

Xia Zhu almost laughed: "We came from the gynecology department!"

The doctor straightened up, and then asked Lu Zhu a few questions, and the result was still the same. The doctor offered to send her to a psychiatric or mental health department.

Hearing this, Xia Zhu's nerves tightened suddenly, and he asked with a frown, "She just has an upset stomach, how can it be a mental problem?"

The doctor patiently explained to her: "Mental oppression, commonly known as stress, can cause hormones secreted by the body to be disrupted and interfere with nerve signals. To put it more bluntly, some people have stomach aches and diarrhea when they are nervous, which is also the reason for this. Last week, I saw a patient with duodenal ulcer who was actually caused by stress and lack of sleep for a long time. Emotions do cause some gastrointestinal reactions. It's not just the stomach, sometimes migraines, dizziness, but also mental problems."

As soon as he said this, Xia Zhu understood, thanked him again and again, and then took Lu Zhu to the psychiatric department.

Lu Zhu did a test according to the doctor's request, and the diagnosis report was anxiety disorder.

Seeing that Lu Zhu wanted to speak and stopped, the doctor understood, broke away from the parents, and asked her some questions alone.

Lu Zhu carefully recalled according to the prompt that her initial symptoms were after the incident with Zhao Dengke. Mr. Yao persevered in calling her a lot, and her symptoms seemed to have become more serious.

The psychiatrist nodded, "That's why. The mental pressure exerted on you from the outside world is too heavy, causing your body to protest. Relax, your problem is not big, I will prescribe you some anti-anxiety medicine, with a light diet, and try to regulate your emotions and not let the negative emotions stay too long."

It seems easy to say, but Lu Zhu knows that it is difficult to implement, and just regulating emotions is a problem.

She has always believed that people are driven by emotions and emotions are uncontrollable.

Lu Zhu came out of the consultation room, and Xia Zhu waited anxiously outside, not understanding how the doctor would let her come out. As soon as she saw Lu Zhu, she stepped forward and took her hand and said, "How is it, what did the doctor say? Is it serious?"

Lu Zhu shook the prescription note: "It's not very serious, so I prescribed some medicine." ….

The mother and daughter went down to the first floor, swiped their cards on the self-service machine to pay, and went to the pharmacy on the east side to wait for the medicine to be picked.

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On the way home by car, Xia Zhu kept frowning and muttering, saying that her work intensity was too great, and she forced people out of illness.

Lu Zhu propped his forehead and closed his eyes slightly.

Xia Zhu raised his hand to cut her hair, and her heart tightened and tightened: "Uncomfortable again?"

Lu Zhu got up early in the morning, and she was a little sleepy at this time, she lifted her eyelids and shook her head: "It's not uncomfortable, I just want to sleep."

"It's a good thing to want to sleep, go back and eat something to cushion your stomach, then take the medicine, lie in bed and sleep, relax, don't keep thinking about work."

Xia Zhu was distressed, if her boss stood here, she would definitely scold people with her head and face, and a good girl would be squeezed like this.

Lu Zhu listened to her start muttering to herself again, and couldn't help but laugh: "If I really resign, will you and Dad support me?"

"Needless to say." Xia Zhu looked at her and blurted out without hesitation, "I will definitely raise you for nothing, and I won't let you be wronged."

But then again, does Jiang Huaining know about her illness?

"What has Jiang Huaining been busy with lately?" There was a hint of blame hidden in Xia Zhu's tone.

"He went on a business trip to Ningcheng, not in Beicheng." Lu Zhu explained for him, "He is talking about an important cooperation, which is quite tricky, and the other party refuses to let go, and he and his colleagues have spent a few days there."

Xia Zhu is a soft-hearted person, listening to her say this, she knows that it is not easy for the child to start a business on his own, in the final analysis, in order to have a better life in the future. She couldn't say anything resentful.

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Lu Zhu

When she got home, took the medicine, and lay down on the bed, probably because the medicine had a sedative effect, she slept the most comfortably in the past few days.

When I woke up, it was completely dark and the stars were hanging high.

Lu Zhuyi pulled her slippers to the living room, the family had already eaten dinner, and specially gave her a light and nourishing soup. Xia Zhu cooked a handful of noodles, brought them to the restaurant, and sat next to her to watch her eat.

"Did you sleep well?" Xia Zhu asked.

Lu Zhu nodded while drinking the soup: "Well, I've slept until now."

She didn't want to answer the boss's call, her mobile phone was turned off, worried that Jiang Huaining would be in a hurry if she couldn't contact her, so she sent a message in advance and told him that she was going to accompany her mother out of the door, and she might not reply to the message and answer the phone in time.

While eating, Lu Zhu turned on the phone, and there was still a missed call from Jiang Huaining on it. She dialed back and was quickly picked up.

"I fell asleep and forgot to turn on my phone."

"Went to bed so early?" Jiang Huaining couldn't help but be surprised.

Xia Zhu was not interested in listening to their phone calls, so he sat in the living room and watched TV. Lu Zhu smiled and explained that he was too tired to go out of the door, and he fell asleep when he came back, and he was only having dinner now.

Jiang Huaining didn't suspect it, and heard her ask on the phone, "How is the cooperation going on over there?"

"Mr. Jing of the Wind *** Division went to meet with the main Cheng of several other game companies today, and Dongzi and I rested in the hotel, preparing to go again tomorrow, whether it will be successful to see this meeting."

Jiang Huaining's tone was not depressed or frustrated, and after several meetings, he was mentally prepared to accept all the consequences calmly.

It is the most obvious truth that gold shines wherever it is. As long as their strength is strong enough, even if MY venture capital can't be negotiated, there will always be other venture companies willing to invest.

Lu Zhu just wanted him to go smoothly.

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The next day, Hu Shengdong freshened up in the hotel, regrouped, and followed Jiang Huaining into MY's headquarters.

The person who met them was Jing Chi and the vice president of the company, Fu Mingchuan. Fu Mingchuan is the one who sings with a white face, smiling, and looks very good at talking.

But the meaning of his words was just to hope that they would think clearly and seize this fleeting opportunity. After all, MY Ventures is one of the most famous in the industry, and it is safer and more reliable to take a cruise ship than for them to row a small boat on the sea. On their own, maybe a wave hits and the boat capsizes.

Jing Chi leaned back in his chair, his slender fingers playing with a square metal lighter, and holding an expressionless face, as if he had lost patience.

Jiang Huaining's mobile phone vibrated in his pocket, and the buzzing sounded, and the others in the conference room heard it.

He smiled apologetically, reached into his pocket, and hung up.

Before he could speak, the phone vibrated again, and there was another annoying buzzing sound, which was really torturous at this critical moment.

Jing Chi put the lighter on the desk, raised his eyes, and made a gesture of please: "If Jiang Zhucheng is busy, you can answer the phone first, let's talk slowly, don't worry."

Jiang Huaining was not polite, took out his mobile phone, and Gu Cheng's name flashed on the screen, making him scratch his head.

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