CHAPTER 646: CHAPTER 43: JOY AND SORROW OF PREGNANCY (PART 2)

"If there is an issue with the child again, she fears she might not be able to endure it."

Xiao Xian had never seen Zhuo Feng lose her composure like this; Feng Xing’s eyes reddened too. "Auntie, don’t panic. If the hospital can’t diagnose it clearly, let’s go see Master Huang. He has very accurate pulse readings, and many people seek his consultancy."

Zhuo Feng, aware of her excessive reaction, choked and nodded.

Feng Xing nodded gratefully to Xiao Xian, draped a coat over Zhuo Feng’s shoulders, and the three went together to "Plum Rice Ball."

Master Huang had met Zhuo Feng and her husband last time at Yanqing Farm. After listening to Feng Xing and reviewing the hospital’s prenatal examination report, he took Zhuo Feng’s pulse.

"It’s not serious. The child can be saved. Were you not careful during early pregnancy and fell?" Huang Yaoshi, stroking his beard, asked in a calm and gentle manner, making Zhuo Feng subconsciously relax a bit.

"I did fall. At that time, I didn’t know I was pregnant. I tripped while moving things at the farm," Zhuo Feng regretted deeply.

"The fetal position is a bit low, and there’s some bleeding. You must be especially careful these next two months. It’s not good to move around; you need to lie down and nurture the fetus. Pay attention to nutrition and try not to stress," Master Huang advised and then wrote down several herbal prescriptions.

Xiao Xian checked them, noticing they were mild herbs: "orange peel, old ginger."

Zhuo Feng, upon hearing this, broke into laughter, while Feng Xing grasped Master Huang’s hand excitedly, ceaselessly thanking him.

The laughter hadn’t lasted long before Zhuo Feng frowned upon seeing the prescriptions written by Master Huang. "Master Huang, do I have to take herbal medicines? I can’t take them."

Zhuo Feng had always been unable to take traditional Chinese medicine since she was young; it made her vomit. Whenever she caught a cold or had other ailments, she relied on Western medicine or injections.

"Yes, Master Huang, can you think of other alternatives? Ah Feng not only can’t drink it, but she starts vomiting incessantly just from the smell of Chinese medicine. She already has stronger pregnancy reactions than most, and if she takes the medicine, she might end up unable to eat anything at all," Feng Xing lamented, always trying to prepare palatable food ever since his wife got pregnant, yet it often didn’t agree with Zhuo Feng’s stomach.

From the start of Zhuo Feng’s pregnancy until now, she had already lost several pounds, which wasn’t good for the baby either.

While they were discussing, Zhuo Feng suddenly had to rush to the bathroom. Xiao Xian supported her, and soon after, Zhuo Feng was vomiting violently. After vomiting, Xiao Xian noticed Zhuo Feng still looked pale, so she helped her settle in an inner room first.

"My little wife, vomiting like this won’t do. The medicine I prescribed is to alleviate the pregnancy reactions," Master Huang, initially serene, now looked very serious.

When he felt Zhuo Feng’s pulse earlier, he noticed her stomach was cold and her body was weak; she needed nourishment. To nourish, one needs to be able to eat, so he prescribed that medicine to warm her stomach and stimulate her appetite, but she couldn’t even handle the most basic Chinese medicine.

If things go on like this, even if the baby is saved, it won’t be a healthy infant.

In the inner room of the pharmacy, Zhuo Feng weakly said, grabbing Xiao Xian’s hand, "Xiao Xian, auntie really owes you an apology?" Ever since Xiao Xian enrolled at Huake Institute, although she was still Xiao Xian, Zhuo Feng always felt that her niece had changed somehow, though she couldn’t quite articulate how; it was just a vague feeling.

For instance, usual schools would have holidays and summer breaks, but Xiao Xian’s visits home were erratic. Moreover, sometimes several months would go by without her coming home. If not for the reputation of Huake Institute, Zhuo Feng would indeed wonder if her niece had turned into a bookworm.

"Auntie, what are you saying? What do I need apologies for?" Seeing Zhuo Feng’s odd expression and hesitant words, Xiao Xian didn’t fully clarify her sentence.

"Do you remember, last New Year’s, I mentioned that this year I wanted to take you to Wen City, to return your parents’ ashes." The mention of her brother and sister-in-law cast a shadow on Zhuo Feng’s face.

"Oh, you did mention it," Xiao Xian felt increasingly embarrassed; she truly didn’t feel any kinship towards the deceased couple. Having been in Beijing for over two years, she hadn’t returned to Wen City the first year because she had just joined Sacred Heart Middle School, and Grandma Feng had come over—(for harmony, let’s use Wen City.)

"I fear we cannot go this year," Zhuo Feng said helplessly, touching her belly. Her pregnancy reactions were intense, and she needed to take care of the fetus, nowhere she could go now.

If things continue to be delayed, she truly feels she is failing her brother and sister-in-law. Now that Zhuo Feng is expecting, and by next year, the baby will just have been born, it’s likely she wouldn’t be able to leave. Plus, it’s been several years since Zhuo Feng returned to her hometown. Initially, she wanted to make a trip back to bring her brother and sister-in-law’s ashes, fulfilling one of her concerns.

"Auntie, look at what you are saying. You should be nurturing the fetus during the early stages of pregnancy, and it’s also close to Spring Festival; it’s really crowded," Xiao Xian had practiced flying last night, observing Beijing’s traffic situation closely.

According to her estimates, if she was delayed by an hour or two and fly over at high-altitude, the roads would surely be filled with cars. The national enthusiasm for the Lunar New Year is indeed crazy.

"I was talking to your uncle earlier, wanting to help you get leave from school, so we could go to Zhejiang during the festival, letting you see your grandparents. They are both there, especially your grandmother who constantly mentions you. After coming to Beijing, auntie hasn’t had the chance to take you back for a visit." Zhuo Feng’s mother was unwell, unsuited for long journeys.

Speaking this, Feng Xing walked in, sitting opposite Zhuo Feng, his face troubled.

"Auntie, don’t worry about the ashes. Once you are well-rested, we’ll find a way. Right now, we need to find some Chinese medicine you can stomach," Xiao Xian pondered thoughtfully. (To be continued. If you like this work, please come to Qidian (qidian.com) and cast your recommendation ticket and monthly ticket, your support is my greatest motivation.)

(To be continued. If you like this work, please come to Qidian (qidian.com) and cast your recommendation ticket and monthly ticket, your support is my greatest motivation.)