Chapter 439: She is indeed pregnant.
"Now?"
Cen Yan's eyes widened, and she patted the man's chest.
"The political commissar invited us to his home for dinner, and now you're telling me we should do it? No way!"
"Why not? There's still plenty of time before dinner, two or three hours is enough for one round, honey, okay?" Qi Jingchuan said in a cold but coquettish tone.
There's really nothing we can do about him.
"Working like this all the time, aren't you afraid of ruining your health!"
It seems that all the water in the house needs to be replaced with the spiritual spring water from the space. This will greatly improve Qi Jingchuan's physical fitness and also repair the hidden injuries he sustained while on a mission in the army, restoring his body.
However, Qi Jingchuan is already so strong. If his physical abilities are further improved, will I still have a chance to survive?
Cen Yan, supporting her waist and frowning, was momentarily lost and torn between choices. Qi Jingchuan, on the other hand, seemed refreshed and invigorated, as if he had taken a miraculous elixir.
"Jingchuan, Cenyan, you've arrived."
That evening, Cen Yan and Qi Jingchuan took gifts and went to Commissar Lu's house.
They're all in the same residential compound, just a few steps away.
Wang Lijuan scolded, "You two are being too formal. You came all this way, why did you bring anything? Maotai liquor, that's good stuff. It costs fifteen liquor coupons plus more than ten yuan to buy just one bottle. It's good stuff, it's a waste to let Lao Lu drink it."
"What are you saying!" Commissar Lu, wearing an apron, poked his head out of the kitchen and said with dissatisfaction, "How is it a waste for me to drink Maotai wine? You woman, you're always making things up."
“What I mean is, I want you to drink less. Look at your belly, it’s so big. Do you think anyone will believe you’re a military political commissar?” Wang Lijuan rolled her eyes at her.
Seeing the couple bickering, Cen Yan smiled and said, "Teacher's wife, the political commissar has already told us that this is a joyous occasion for you. It's okay if you don't drink now; you can save it and bring it out to celebrate when the baby is a month old. This is what I brought from my home in Shanghai; it didn't cost any wine coupons."
"Then I'll take your good wishes! Old Lu, did you hear that? No drinking tonight. I'll put this Maotai wine in the cabinet for you."
Wang Lijuan put her things away before returning to the main room to sit down.
Since Cen Yan had already brought up the important matter, Wang Lijuan had nothing to be embarrassed about. After chatting for a few minutes, she steered the conversation to the main topic.
“Cen Yan, you are a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner, so you must be good at the four diagnostic methods of observation, auscultation, inquiry and palpation. Please take a look at me. I will only feel at ease if I get a definite answer from you.”
Nausea, drowsiness, and cravings for sour foods are all symptoms of pregnancy, but given her age, Wang Lijuan wasn't sure if it was some other health problem.
Cen Yan hummed in agreement, took out a hand pillow and placed it on the table, then asked Wang Lijuan to extend her hand.
In the field of Traditional Chinese Medicine, the pulse of a pregnant woman is called the pregnancy pulse or fetal pulse, and its typical characteristic is a slippery pulse.
The pulse is smooth and flowing, like a bead rolling in a plate, without any sluggishness or hesitation. This is because the pregnant woman's hormones and blood are abundant, and the fetal energy is surging.
Wang Lijuan watched Cen Yan's absorbed and serious expression, holding her breath and not daring to speak or disturb her, until Cen Yan removed her hand from her wrist, at which point she couldn't wait any longer.
"Cen Yan, how are you? What happened to me...?"
Political Commissar Lu held his breath, waiting for Cen Yan's reply.
As Cen Yan tucked away the armrest, she smiled and said, "Congratulations, the pulse is slippery, you are indeed pregnant. However, the political commissar and my teacher's wife know that I am a junior physician and may have misdiagnosed the pulse. To be on the safe side, it would be better to go to the health center for a check-up when you have time."
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