Chapter 1157: Chapter 1157: Signs of a Miscarriage
âBig brother.â
The phone connected to his brother. Zhou Hengyang calmly said, âI was planning to take your sister-in-law to see you this morning, but some urgent matter came up, and we couldnât make it.â
âOnly bringing sister-in-law?â
âWho else did you think there would be?â
âNothing!â Zhou Hengguang wouldnât admit it, âIâm sick, shouldnât the whole world come to see me with such a big deal going on?â
âYou really know how to glorify yourself. Alright, I have other things to attend to, so if youâre fine, Iâm going to hang up now.â
âWhat things?â Zhou Hengguang asked eagerly.
âYour sister-in-law is sick. Iâm looking for a doctor right now.â
Zhou Hengguang was actually quite concerned about Su Wen, after all, she was his big brotherâs wife. Under the affection for his brotherâs household, he never viewed Su Wen as an outsider. Hearing that Su Wen was ill, he hurriedly said, âLet my doctor go over! Iâll call him right now.â
âNo need, I have already called a doctor, he should be here soon.â
âHmm!â
Zhou Hengguang fell silent for a moment before hesitantly asking, âDid you have Ji Fang tell me that you want to matchmake for Su Qing?â
âThatâs right! It was your sister-in-lawâs command.â his words implied that he had no choice but to obey.
Zhou Hengguang internally criticized his big brother for being henpecked, but his tone didnât change at all, as if he wasnât the one who had run back overnight.
âSince you must introduce someone then go ahead, but however many you introduce, Iâll sabotage just as many. I donât believe thereâs anyone who dares to compete with Zhou Hengguang for a person; they must be tired of living.â With those words, he hung up the phone with a swipe.
âThis kid, heâs really fallen deep.â Zhou Hengyang was a mix of amusement and exasperation.
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Soon, the doctor arrived with his medical kit. After exchanging a few pleasantries with Zhou Hengyang, he started examining Su Wen.
At that moment Su Wen was lying in bed, clutching a hot water bottle, completely devoid of strength. She hadnât expected Hengyang to actually call the doctor to their home. Now that the doctor had arrived, she reluctantly put on another layer of clothes and got out of bed to see him.
The doctor was an elderly practitioner of traditional Chinese medicine, with white hair and even white eyebrows. However, he was quite lean, exuding an aura of youthful vigor despite his aged appearance.
Zhou Hengguangâs doctor was a Western medic, but Zhou Hengyang remembered his grandmother once saying that traditional Chinese medicine was best for womenâs ailments, so heâd specifically sought a TCM practitioner. The doctor was an old friend of the Zhou family. Hengyang had known him since childhood and had to greet him as âGrandfather Qiâ upon meeting him.
The old doctor looked at Zhou Hengyang with an expression of both love and exasperation, seemingly wanting to say something several times but ultimately holding back. He finally sighed and sat down to take Su Wenâs pulse, but the more he did so, the more solemn his expression became.
Su Wen herself started to wonder if she had an incurable disease.
Zhou Hengyang was even more anxious than her, pursing his lips tightly and staring intently, the pressure of his gaze nearly driving the old doctor to stand up and shoo him away.
âWhatâs the matter, Grandfather Qi? Iâm okay, right? Itâs just my period.â Su Wen had been too emotional in the car earlier and then felt pain in her abdomen and an overall discomfort. She used to feel this way when she got her period. She intended to endure it, but Hengyang disagreed and insisted they go home to rest.
Not only did he make her rest, but he also stayed home himself.
âYour period?â Grandfather Qi, puffing out his whiskers and glaring, said, âWhat you have is a threatened miscarriage. Young people nowadays really donât take good care of themselves. Youâre bleeding and you think itâs your menstrual cycle. Itâs fortunate I came today, or it would have been a disaster.â
After saying that, Grandfather Qi also gave Zhou Hengyang a fierce look and scolded, âWhat kind of husband are you? Arenât you a live-in son-in-law? Shouldnât you be putting your wife first in everything? Youâre doing a lousy job as a live-in son-in-law.â
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