Chapter 542

"Maybe I've eaten too greasy recently, and I'm about to change the season. Maybe my stomach is uncomfortable."

Zhao Qiqing pursed her lips and looked at all kinds of exquisite meals in front of her. She just felt dull.

"Why don't you go to the hospital this afternoon? I'll go there." Du xiatong said faintly.

Zhao Qiqing shook her head and asked for a bowl of porridge from the chef. "I'll eat light."

Du xiatong nodded and turned to make himself four dishes and one soup, which was very rich.

However, when Zhao Qiqing saw these greasy and fishy foods, she felt even more unbearable.

After a few hasty sips of porridge, she said hello to Du xiatong who hadn't finished yet.

"Take your time. I'll go back to the office and have a rest. I'll come in and call me at 2 p.m."

Du xiatong raised his eyes and nodded, "go."

Zhao Qiqing returned to the office at ease and lay on the sofa in the office with a small blanket covered.

Suddenly, Fu xishen's phone came in.

She answered, her voice languid, "what's the matter?"

There was a faint sound of breathing at the other end of Fu xishen's phone. He said, "listen to Xiao Tong, you didn't eat much at noon? What's wrong?"

Zhao Qiqing coughed softly and her voice was dying. "It's OK. I just don't feel strong and tired."

"What are you doing now?"

"I'll lie down for a while and go to the scene in the afternoon." Zhao Qiqing didn't tell the whole truth about her bad appetite.

If she had said it now, Fu xishen would have come to see her without scruples. She didn't want to affect each other's work because of her little discomfort.

So she chose to bear it. I believe Du xiatong also said something about her.

Fu xishen heard that Zhao Qiqing didn't seem to be a big problem, so he gave it up. "Call me in time if you have anything and have a rest first!"

After hanging up the phone, Zhao Qiqing lay on the sofa and fell asleep slowly with a small pillow.

In her dream, she seemed to dream of a lovely doll, fleeting.

When she woke up again, Du xiatong stood opposite the tea table and looked at her quietly.

She got up bleary eyed.

"Did you call me?" She just didn't feel at all. She suddenly woke up.

Du xiatong frowned, "not yet. How was your sleep?"

At this moment, Zhao Qiqing was much better and nodded, "much better."

Then they went out together and had a lot of work in the afternoon.

After a busy afternoon, Zhao Qiqing was physically and mentally tired. Sitting in the car, she felt uncomfortable all over.

Du xiatong looked worried and frowned: "Qingqing, you want me to say that we don't have to support hard, or go directly to the hospital for examination? Is it hurt by eating these days?"

Zhao Qiqing shook her head and didn't have any strength. "Go home, I'm tired."

There was no way out. Du xiatong had to say to the driver, "please go back to the Fu residence."

Du xiatong looked at Zhao Qiqing and called Fu xishen back.

"I sent her back. Is she tired these days? She's weak all day today."

Fu Xi frowned deeply, "I know, it should be."

Two nights ago, it was also the middle of the night with Huaining. It was milk tea and hot pot. Eighty percent of them had dyspepsia.

On his way back, Fu xishen consulted the doctor at the drugstore and bought her some digestive medicine.

"Make sure before taking the medicine that the patient is not feeling well. If not, go to the hospital."

Before leaving, the doctor told him again.

After thinking for a long time, Fu xishen decided to call the family doctor.

All kinds of questions were full of worries about his wife's physical discomfort.

……

At home, Zhao Qiqing curled up in the quilt, feeling weak and tired all over.

She didn't sleep either. When Fu xishen came in, she opened her eyes.

Fu xishen gradually walked to her bedside, squatted down, stretched out his hand and touched her forehead. "It's a little hot, have a fever?"

No wonder Zhao Qiqing feels weak and chilly.

"I want some water." Her mouth was dry now, and her voice seemed to have been sharpened by sandpaper.

Fu xishen poured her a glass of water downstairs and inserted a straw. Zhao Qiqing drank a few mouthfuls and felt much more comfortable.

"The family doctor will come later and let him show you." Fu Xi said softly.

Zhao Qiqing felt uncomfortable at this time. After drinking the water, she lay in bed and nodded, her eyes blurred.

"I won't eat at night. Watch what you want to eat."

Even if she was ill, she didn't forget to remind Fu xishen to eat on time.

Fu xishen nodded, "OK, you have a rest."

Later, the family doctor came over and gave Zhao Qiqing a simple examination. He routinely asked about Zhao Qiqing's recent diet.

"By the way, madam, when did the last monthly event come?" The doctor is going to prescribe potions and prepare questions in advance.

Now it's Zhao Qiqing's turn to be stunned. She also forgot when she came last month.

Fu xishen doesn't remember.

Seeing the two people stunned, the doctor sighed and smiled, "let me take my wife's pulse."

The voice fell, and their hearts suddenly clicked.

Fu xishen's left eyelid seemed to tremble slightly.

They held their breath in the air for a moment, and the two men looked at the doctor in amazement.

The doctor raised his eyes and saw that the two people locked themselves incredibly tightly. He was stunned and smiled.

"Don't look at me like that, but congratulations, madam."

In an instant, Zhao Qiqing was unbelievable. Her heart seemed to mention her throat and eyes. She was stunned and looked at him, "really, really?"

The doctor smiled genially and nodded.

Fu xishen was also a little at a loss. He hesitated and rubbed his palm back and forth, vaguely soaked in sweat.

"Madam is pregnant now. You'd better go to the hospital tomorrow and have a systematic and comprehensive examination. In addition, I won't prescribe medicine. Drink more water tonight to drain sweat and don't catch cold."

After a few words of advice, the doctor left.

Fu xishen sent him away. When she came back, Zhao Qiqing was sitting on the bed, sobbing softly, and her slender shoulders fluctuated up and down with the action.

He walked over and gently held the little woman with ruddy eyes in his arms, "Okay, it's okay, don't cry!"

Zhao Qiqing nodded. "This child is the crystallization of our happiness after experiencing the wind and rain."

Fu xishen's heart can't help feeling that he is finally married and has another child.

It seems that their life has begun to get better and better, and two people will gradually live the life of an ordinary family of three.

So, very satisfied.

"Thank you, wife, for your hard work." Fu xishen held her in his arms and whispered deeply.

Zhao Qiqing nodded and buried her head in Fu xishen's arms, deeply smelling the good smell of his body.

Perhaps this is: the world is safe and sound, not negative Tathagata, not negative Qing.

"Still uncomfortable?" Fu Xi said with deep concern.

Zhao Qiqing shook her head, "better, it doesn't matter. I want to be strong for the baby!"