Profligate rich second-generation heir Li Qingming transmigrated.
He became a vegetative patient. His family used half a bag of cornmeal to get him a wife, ostensibly for "good luck."...
"Look at what you said, Sister Zhao. Am I that lazy in your impression?"
"That's not what I meant. It was just unexpected."
"I paid a little attention to the placement when placing it. You can sort out the details with Comrade Zhou."
After Li Mingqing finished speaking, he sat there with his legs crossed, feeling at ease.
Everyone has their own responsibilities and just do their job well.
Zhou Yingzi always comes to work on time. Any minute extra is a waste of time.
In this respect, Li Mingqing is on par with her.
If I wasn't going to the hospital to see a patient, I wouldn't have come so early, except on the day I was on duty.
Inside the hospital ward.
"There is absolutely no problem with the fetus and she can be discharged from the hospital."
After hearing the doctor's words, Li Mingfang confirmed again: "Really? Are you sure there's nothing wrong with my wife?"
"Sure." The doctor was puzzled as to why the baby recovered so quickly, considering the fetus was unstable yesterday.
Old Lady Li kept saying, "That's great, that's great. Third brother, pack up and go home."
It wasn't much and the discharge procedures were completed in less than half an hour.
If there was no pregnant woman, Old Lady Li would definitely not walk back. Considering Yang Daya's health, she went to the intersection to ride a donkey cart.
Fortunately there weren't many people walking back at noon, otherwise it would have been quite crowded.
"Old Third's family, rest at home for two days after you go back. You heard the doctor's instructions, don't get angry, stay in a good mood, and change your temper for the sake of the baby in your belly."
"Mom, I know, it's really suffering."
Li Mingfang was carrying a lot of bags and didn't dare to say anything, for fear that Yang Daya would get angry.