Chu Yue's diagnosis was the same as that of every doctor Wang Xiulan had seen before, which was that Wang Xiulan was very healthy and her body functions were fully capable of becoming pregnant and having a child.
Wang Xiulan was really stunned for a moment, staring blankly at Chu Yue. The light in her eyes suddenly disappeared, as if she was in a state of stiffness.
For a long, long time.
Wang Xiulan suddenly started shaking her head and woke up suddenly. She looked at Chu Yue and said excitedly, "Sister Chu, is it because I got too close to Comrade He before and you are unhappy, so you deliberately lied to me? You are lying to me, right? How can I not be sick? If I am not sick, how can I not get pregnant? I don't believe it... You must be angry, you must be lying to me... How can I not be sick! I am sick, and I can't get pregnant because I am sick!"
How ridiculous! Wang Xiulan is obviously a healthy person, but I hope she will get sick.
Because only by finding out the cause can the doctor prescribe the right medicine and cure her infertility.
"...Sister Chu, please take a closer look...take her pulse again...you are willing to cure that aunt in the village who has nothing to do with you, so why can't you cure me?" After a burst of emotional excitement, Wang Xiulan finally turned into an urgent plea. Her pair of red eyes stared at Chu Yue, craving for a bit of Chu Yue's mercy.
But she was wrong. Chu Yue didn't care about what happened between her and He Meijiao, and would never joke about the patient's condition.
Nor will they mock or embarrass a woman's desire to be a mother.
"Sister Wang, calm down first. I'm telling the truth. You're not sick." Chu Yue asked before Wang Xiulan got excited again, "You've been seeing doctors all these years. What about your husband? Has he seen a doctor?"
"My man?" Wang Xiulan was stunned.
Wang Xiulan's lover is called Xu Guoping. He is a fellow villager of Wang Xiulan and childhood sweethearts from the same village. They are a loving couple. Otherwise, if it were an ordinary man, Wang Xiulan would have divorced her long ago if she had not been able to give birth to a child for so many years.
Regarding this matter, Wang Xiulan has always felt guilty towards her husband, and is very grateful to Xu Guoping for his understanding over the years.
Wang Xiulan asked in surprise, "It's me who can't have children. What does it have to do with my man?"
Chu Yue had to give Wang Xiulan some physiological knowledge, "Sister Wang, if a man has problems with that, or has a low sperm count, a low sperm count, weak sperm count, etc., he will not be able to have children. From the current situation, you are healthy and have fertility, and you two have been having sex. The reason why you can't get pregnant may be your lover."
Wang Xiulan had never heard these words in her life.
She had always lived in the countryside. Men all care about their face, and men in the countryside value face more than anything else. If a man really cannot have children, he will never admit that it is his own problem. He will only push the responsibility onto the woman and let the woman bear all the blame.
So Wang Xiulan never thought that the man might be the reason for her inability to have children.
She listened carefully to what Chu Yue said, racked her brains to understand, and finally came to a conclusion reluctantly.
"Sister Chu, do you mean... to replenish my man?"
"There are many ways to replenish the body. If you simply replenish your Qi and blood, it will have no effect on the quality of your sperm. It will be useless. I suggest that you and your wife go to the hospital together and have a full body check-up. It will be clear at a glance whether it is your problem or your lover's problem."
Chu Yue explained carefully.
After a long time, when Wang Xiulan left Chu Yue's house, she was still in a daze...
She has been thinking about one question: Can men also be unable to have children?
Wang Xiulan was so absorbed in thought that she didn't even notice Fang Xiuli walking past her. Instead, Fang Xiuli saw that Wang Xiulan came out of Chu Yue's yard and snorted coldly at her.
Fang Xiuli urged Tan Rourou behind her, "My little ancestor, please walk faster. It's already time for class. You're late on your first day of school."
Tan Rourou touched her neatly braided hair, adjusted her skirt, and glanced at the little leather shoes on her feet. They were all the newest and most beautiful.
It’s the socks—the wrong socks!
Not her favorite red socks!
That morning, from the moment Tan Rourou opened her eyes and got up, she began rummaging through the boxes and drawers, and took out all the new clothes her grandparents had bought for her from her small suitcase.
There is the red cape she wore during the Chinese New Year, a sweater with a furry rabbit pattern, and a babydoll shirt with a lace collar. Each piece is beautiful.
Tan Rourou tried on pieces of clothing one by one, even though Fang Xiuli kept urging her to go out and told her that it was running out of time and she would be late for school if she didn't go.
But Tan Rourou remained unhurried.
She also yelled, "I want to wear the most beautiful clothes and the most beautiful shoes! The ones my grandparents bought for me!"
Fang Xiuli was exhausted by her torment. "My little ancestor, you are going to school, and to that shabby classroom. It's a waste no matter how beautiful your clothes are."
"Hmph! I'm going to wear it! I'm going to wear it!"
Tan Rourou said stubbornly and proudly.
She just wanted to wear the most beautiful clothes and make the idiot who didn’t know her eyes light up and remember who she was, Tan Rourou!
In the end, Fang Xiuli couldn't defeat Tan Rourou and could only accompany the little girl to change clothes again and again.
After some trouble, Tan Rourou finally chose the most beautiful little dress, tied her hair into pigtails, and wore a red sweater. She looked like a cute little rabbit, very lovable.
Tan Rourou looked down and realized that she was wearing the wrong socks.
Red socks should be worn with a red sweater.
Tan Rourou wanted to go home and change her socks, but Fang Xiuli didn't give her the chance. She held the girl's hand tightly and threatened her.
"Tan Rourou, if you don't go to school again, I will tell your dad that you are skipping school and have your dad lock all your clothes in a box so you won't be able to wear any of them."
After moving out with Tan Siqi, Tan Rourou finally became obedient.
She pouted and said, "You're telling tales! You're so bad!"
The little girl strode forward with a pout, grudgingly accepting the white socks on her feet.
But Fang Xiuli was very angry, especially the words "telling tales". Wasn't that what she had just accused Chu Yue of yesterday? Who knew that the boomerang would come so quickly.
Fang Xiuli was still angry, and she didn't calm down until she got to school.
The school's principal, Feng, was waiting for them personally at the school gate.
Principal Feng pushed his glasses up his nose and said to Tan Rourou, "Rourou, good morning." Then he asked Fang Xiuli seriously, "Comrade Fang, the class time has passed. Why are you here so late?"
Fang Xiuli still respected Principal Feng, and put away her pride and explained, "The child was not used to school on the first day, so he stayed at home for a while. Principal Feng, I'm sorry, we won't do it again in the future."
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