Here, Song Ziming chased to the edge of the mountain, grabbed Xu Qianrou's hand, and asked in a stiff and cold tone, "What's wrong with you today? Why are you suddenly so angry?"
Xu Qianrou stared at the man in front of her with wide eyes, his cold questioning echoing in her ears, and her body trembled involuntarily. Tears flowed from her eyes like a flood, sliding down her cheeks and dripping onto the ground.
She tried to cover her mouth with her hands, but she couldn't stop the sobs from flowing out from between her fingers. Every cry was like a sharp sword, deeply piercing her heart. She cried more and more, gasping for breath, as if she wanted to release all the grievances and pain through tears.
Seeing her like this, Song Ziming suddenly panicked. It was the first time he saw Xu Qianrou crying like this. He was stunned for a moment and said a little guiltily: "I...I'm not scolding you, I just felt that you were a little strange today, and I wanted to ask why."
He really felt that Xu Qianrou's mood swings were particularly large today. Although she was usually willful, she was also rational and sensible, and would not contradict Grandma Xu like this.
After all, in the Xu family, Grandma Xu is the real person in charge. Whatever she wants to do, she still needs Grandma Xu's support. How could she disobey her like this?
Xu Qianrou cried and said, "I don't know what's wrong. Anyway, I just feel unhappy when I see that Xu Qianjiao's red envelope is bigger than mine. It's been like this since I was a child. Grandma always likes Xu Qianjiao the most. Why? We are all daughters of the Xu family. Why?"
Xu Qianrou cried bitterly, her heart broken. Tears flowed from her eyes like a flood. Her body twitched from time to time while she cried.
Suddenly, she covered her abdomen tightly with her hands, her face instantly lost color, became extremely pale, and beads of sweat the size of beans appeared on her forehead.
"It hurts... Song Ziming, I... my stomach hurts." Xu Qianrou endured the severe pain, her lips trembling as she spoke with difficulty. Her originally pretty face was now distorted by pain, making people feel heartbroken.
As she spoke, she squatted down, holding her stomach. Song Ziming quickly supported her, "What's wrong? Why does your stomach hurt?"
"It hurts..." Xu Qianrou fell into Song Ziming's arms, holding her stomach weakly, "My stomach hurts..."
Song Ziming was a little panicked, not knowing what to do. "My stomach hurts, my stomach hurts. I...I'll take you to see a doctor."
After saying that, he helped Xu Qianrou stand up and wanted to help her see a doctor, but Xu Qianrou couldn't walk at all at this time, "I can't walk, my stomach hurts so much..."
"Then...what should we do? We can't walk. How can we go if we can't walk?" Song Ziming supported Xu Qianrou and stood there. His mind was in a mess and he didn't know what to do at all.
Xu Qianrou was almost pissed off by him and said weakly, "Carry me on your back, hurry up..."
"Oh, carry... carry you, carry you." After saying that, he squatted in front of Xu Qianrou, ready to help her onto his back.
"Oh no, it's too heavy." Xu Qianrou lay on Song Ziming's back. He squatted on the ground and couldn't help muttering. He took a deep breath, stood up with difficulty by holding on to the mud, and walked forward step by step.
Xu Qianrou felt even sadder when she heard his whispered complaints, and her tears couldn't stop flowing.
Song Ziming carried Xu Qianrou on his back and walked towards the village clinic with difficulty.
After walking for about ten minutes, he felt that the road was extremely long, as if it would never end.
Sweat slid down his forehead and soaked his clothes, but he didn't dare to stop. Finally, a dilapidated earthen house appeared in front of him, which made him feel relieved.
He took a deep breath, adjusted his breathing, carefully put Xu Qianrou down from his back, and helped her into the house.
As soon as he entered the door, he couldn't wait to shout loudly: "Doctor, doctor, come and take a look! I...I, she has a severe stomachache." His voice was full of anxiety and worry, and he even stuttered a little.
The old doctor was sitting in the room, leisurely drinking tea, when he suddenly saw a figure rushing in. He looked closely and saw that it was Song Ziming, carrying Xu Qianrou on his back, with an anxious look on his face. The old doctor quickly put down his teacup, stood up, and walked quickly to them.
"Quick! Put the person on the bed over here, let me take a look." The old doctor said, pointing to the bed next to him. Song Ziming quickly did as he was told and carefully placed the person on his back on the bed.
The old doctor carefully examined the injured person. She was as pale as paper and her breathing was weak. He frowned and thought to himself: This situation seems a little bad...
Song Ziming put her on the bed breathlessly, then stood beside the bed with his hands on his hips, breathing heavily. "Huh, I'm so tired, you... you're so heavy."
When the old doctor heard this, he looked at him with disdain. He looked at the slender Xu Qianrou on the bed and couldn't help muttering in his heart: "Why is this young man so weak? He only weighs a few dozen kilograms, and he gets out of breath every time he carries it. He is really useless. Back then, he could run all over the mountain carrying a wild boar weighing over a hundred kilograms. Young people nowadays are really useless..."
"It hurts... Doctor, my stomach hurts." Xu Qianrou, lying on the bed, saw that the doctor had not come to check her for such a long time. Instead, she looked at Song Ziming in a daze and couldn't help but call him.
At this time, the doctor finally reacted. He quickly walked to the bedside and began to carefully examine Xu Qianrou's body.
The more he examined her, the tighter his brows furrowed. He sighed, "It's not a big deal. It's just that you're pregnant. You need to stay calm and don't get angry. Anger can easily cause miscarriage."
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