The afternoon sun was shining brightly, and Wuliu Street remained the same as before. It seemed as if time had slowed down here.

As soon as she pushed open the gate, He Zui, who was sitting on the porch fiddling with herbs, looked over. His brows relaxed for a moment, then frowned again.

He snorted, "You still remember to come and see me? I'm afraid you won't even know if I die here one day."

Jiang Ling couldn't help laughing when she heard such petty words.

What an old child.

She laughed and said, "How can that be possible? Doctor He must not be in any trouble, otherwise how can he watch me give birth?"

He Zui laughed and teased, "You're not worried about me getting hurt, you're worried that if something happens to me there won't be anyone to check your pulse and the baby in your belly, right?"

Even though he said this, he still put down what he was holding and walked over, his tone was quite tough: "Come in, let me take your pulse."

After saying that, he turned around and walked into the house, but he did not forget to look back at Jiang Ling as she went up the stairs, fearing that she would jump around again without being careful.

Jiang Ling saw through his intention and stopped trying to anger him. She walked up the stairs carefully and entered the house.

He Zui took the patient's pulse and his brows furrowed more and more.

He withdrew his hand, looked at her and asked, "Did Zhou Jing'an make you unhappy?"

Jiang Ling was stunned and couldn't help laughing.

Perhaps only Doctor He could address Zhou Jing'an by his full name without changing his expression.

She shook her head. "No."

He Zui frowned, "Then what are you worried about?"

Looking at her face again, it really wasn't looking good.

Jiang Ling pursed her lips, not forgetting to compliment him, "Doctor He is truly an excellent doctor."

"Stop talking nonsense. What's wrong? What happened?" He Zui waved his hand to interrupt her.

Jiang Ling sighed softly, "My father went to fight in southern Xinjiang, and I'm worried."

He Zui had heard a little about this matter, but he didn't ask much about it. Now he has taken it to heart.

He had to take it seriously because he had made the little girl unhappy.

He Zui stood up and walked to the side, sat behind the desk, picked up the pen and wrote a few words quickly, then handed it to Zizhen who came with him.

"This is a recipe for replenishing qi and blood. If she doesn't eat well, just boil it and drink it. At least it won't harm her health."

Jiang Ling couldn't help laughing. He was talking about her in front of her like that?

He Zui glanced at her and added, "It's sour with a hint of sweet, not hard to drink, don't worry."

Jiang Ling laughed heartily, holding her belly. Seeing his serious expression, she felt very happy. "Doctor He really understands me. But I didn't skip meals. You're wronging me."

He Zui glanced at her sideways and didn't believe her at all.

The two of them were playing and laughing, and the small courtyard seemed to come back to life, dispelling a lot of the cold.

At this moment, Xiaojia suddenly said outside the door: "Young Madam."

Jiang Ling asked someone to come in and ask him what was going on. Xiao Jia bowed his head and replied, "Master Wanran is back."