Rebirth of the dumb husband and wife

Chapter 51 Dangerous situation

Song Jinshu told Yan Chi everything that happened in Yancheng. When Yan Cheng undressed and took care of him for more than ten days, Yan Chi breathed a sigh of relief and confirmed that Yan Cheng really wanted to this time. An'an lived with Song Jinshu in earnest.

He picked up a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake with petals and sent it to Song Jinshu.

But he never thought that Song Jinshu, who liked sweet-scented osmanthus cake the most, covered his mouth and tilted his head and retched.

Yan Chi poured water in a hurry, looking at Song Jinshu's pale face, an idea popped into his mind.

"You...pregnant?"

Song Jinshu nodded embarrassedly, his reaction of hilarity was not serious, but he only came out to show his existence when he smelled something irritating.

Yan Chi smiled sincerely, and now he was completely relieved.

However, his hand involuntarily touched the skin on the inside of his wrist, and envy rose from the bottom of his heart.

"Then you are the treasure of our family now. We have to tell my parents about this. They must be overjoyed."

Yan Chi was even happier than Yan Cheng, and actually got up and prepared to take out a pen and paper to give Parents write letters.

Song Jinshu hurriedly reached out and grabbed Yan Chi, covering his mouth and laughing at him like a child who had never seen the world.

Yan Chi, who was mocked by Song Jinshu for no reason, felt ashamed for a while, and unexpectedly reached out and patted Song Jinshu on the shoulder, and sat back on the chair again.

The two chatted happily, and Song Jinshu's stuttering symptoms improved a lot. Except for speaking slowly and occasionally repeating a few words, it was difficult to hear his stuttering.

At dinner time, Yan Cheng, who couldn't wait, finally took the person from Yan Chi's room back to the Second Hospital. Song Jinshu frowned at the dark bowl of medicine in front of him.

"Can you not drink it?"

Song Jinshu frowned and looked at Yancheng, his disgust was all expressed on his face, which made Yancheng find it interesting.

The longer they get along, the more exposed Song Jinshu's emotions.

Compared to Song Jinshu who shrank his body and cried silently no matter how he was beaten and scolded, the person in front of him now made Yan Cheng unable to refuse.

His eyes couldn't help but stay on Song Jinshu.

Longer, longer.

It seems like a lifetime is never enough.

The next day, Yan Cheng invited Doctor Wang from the north of the city to the mansion again.

Song Jinshu's throat recovered well, and the medicine he had been drinking had reduced in weight. Yan Cheng keenly noticed that Song Jinshu's eyes were much brighter, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and his mood improved a lot.

But what worried him more was Song Jinshu's body.

In the first year of marriage, he played Song Jinshu a lot.

The most serious one was kicking someone to the point of vomiting blood. Song Jinshu collapsed on the ground in the yard and fainted. No one cared.

After a night, the maids finally couldn't stand it any longer, and secretly carried the person to the woodshed to wipe off the blood on their faces.

From that day on, Song Jinshu often coughed while covering his chest halfway through his work. This symptom continued for half a year before gradually improving.

Song Jinshu's body is not much better than that of Yan Chi, because he grew up in the countryside, so his body is not as fragile as Yan Chi, who was pampered and hung on medicine since he was a child.

But every time it rains and snows, Song Jinshu gets sick.

Yan Cheng finished the medicine in his hand, and then took Doctor Wang out of the house in person.

Doctor Wang knew that he had something to ask himself, so he simply put the medicine box by the door and followed Yan Cheng to the backyard.

The osmanthus tree planted in the backyard has already bloomed, and the pale yellow osmanthus is hanging on the branches, and the fragrance of osmanthus can be smelled from far away.

Yan Cheng caught a flower that was blown down by the wind in a trance, thinking that these sweet-scented osmanthus flowers would be delicious if they were made into cakes.

Sweet and soft, like Song Jinshu.

"Second Master, what do you want to ask?"

Dr. Wang is a head shorter than Yan Cheng, which is close to Yan Cheng's chin. The hair on the temples has turned white, and the wrinkles on his face are squeezed when he speaks, and he looks very kindly.

There is a feeling of hanging a pot to help the world.

Yan Cheng pondered for a moment, but still asked what he wanted to ask in his heart. With a little force on his fingertips, he crushed the thin and tender petals, and the juice overflowed from the veins of the leaves to wet the fingertips.

The aroma of sweet-scented osmanthus suddenly became more intense, and Yan Cheng turned slightly and turned his gaze to the closed bedroom window lattice.

"How is Jin Shu's body...how is it?"

Doctor Wang thought that what he was asking was about his throat, so he explained everything one by one.

"...As long as the young master takes his medicine on time, and the second master talks with him more. Given time, the young master will be able to speak eloquently."

Yan Cheng chuckled, he could not imagine Song Jinshu arguing with him eloquently.

"I mean, will his body be in danger if he gets pregnant and gives birth?"

He didn't notice that when Doctor Wang took Song Jinshu's pulse, his face changed obviously.

Although he concealed it well later, Yan Cheng could still see the clue.

Doctor Wang squeezed his little goatee, and a petal was blown off his shoulders by the wind. His expression was a little heavy, but he still told Yan Cheng the truth.

"There is danger."

The smile in Yan Cheng's eyes faded away.

"Xiaoye's body is very deficient. Although it doesn't look like anything on the surface, there are actually many hidden dangers." Dr. Wang also sighed when he felt the pulse, Song Jinshu's internal organs were damaged, "If you take care of it properly, you won't be able to get pregnant again. There will be serious problems."

"But... the young master now has a fetus in his womb, and this one is likely to be more fortunate."

Yan Cheng's face was solemn. The fingers hidden under the sleeves trembled slightly, and it took a lot of effort to keep his whole body from trembling.

"What if you have a miscarriage?"

"Absolutely not!" Doctor Wang exclaimed.

Yan Cheng raised his eyes and saw the window move.

"Why?"

"My lord can't take it anymore. Drug abortion is very acceptable. If you force the abortion, I'm afraid it will make things worse."

Yan Cheng clenched his fists tightly, and the veins on the back of his hands burst out. He saw Song Jinshu. His smiling face appeared behind the window. Seeing him looking over, Song Jinshu smiled at him, his eyes curved into a crescent moon, and the cinnabar mole was shining brightly in the sun.

"How about that?"

"You can only take care of yourself," Dr. Wang handed the written recipe to Yan Cheng, "Don't be hyperactive in the first few months of pregnancy, you need to rest. Xiaoye's son is not bad, this damage is Formed the day after tomorrow, supplemented by drugs, can ensure that both father and son are safe and sound when the young master is in labor."

Yan Cheng took over the pharmacy and carefully put it into his sleeve pocket, with an unpleasant expression on his face.

Doctor Wang said goodbye and wanted to leave. When he was about to leave the courtyard, he turned back and instructed: "Second Master, please remember, this medicine cannot be taken with angelica and tremella, it will be counterproductive!"