"You mean Wu Rao?" Diao Yu's eyes flickered, and her fingers unconsciously rubbed together. "She was someone you took in shortly before your tribulation. I didn't have much interaction with her and don't know much about her. After your soul shattered and scattered into the mortal world, she left Bai Dui Cliff, and I don't know her whereabouts."
Hearing this answer, Nan Xian couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. "Oh, I see..."
Just then, the door of the nanny van opened, and Ding He poked her head in. "Sister, the doctor is here—oh, is it Teacher Yu, Teacher Yu Lin?"
Diao Yu glanced at her, then winked at Nan Xian and whispered, "I'll come to see you later."
He got out of the car, and Ding He brought the doctor up. The doctor carefully examined Nan Xian's head, but by then the injury was nowhere to be found.
Ding He looked surprised and asked in bewilderment, "But I clearly saw a huge lump with my own eyes just now!"
Nan Xian said, "Maybe it's because the light in the car was dim and you saw it wrong? Besides, I'm not in pain anymore. Look, I'm completely fine!"
Ding He scratched the back of her head, still somewhat doubtful. "Really...?"
The doctor put away his tools and instructed, "From the outside, there seems to be nothing wrong with your head, but since you hit your head, you still need to be careful. If you experience drowsiness, nausea, or headaches later, be sure to contact me immediately."
"Thank you for your hard work, doctor."
After seeing the doctor off, the two went back to their hotel room. Seeing that Ding He still looked confused and worried, Nan Xian chuckled and reached out to pat her head.
"Okay, I'm really fine, don't worry! Look at you, you've been following me around on my schedule every day lately, your face has even gotten thinner... Didn't you say you were planning a trip with your friends but couldn't find the time? How about this, I'll give you a week of paid leave, you can rest well next week and go on a relaxing trip!"
Ding He's eyes lit up instinctively, but then she quickly shook her head, thinking of something, "No, sister, you can't do without someone by your side right now."
Nan Xian smiled and said, "It's okay, I can borrow a temporary assistant from the company first."
Seeing that Ding He was about to say something more, she deliberately pretended to be angry and said reproachfully, "Am I the boss or are you the boss? Aren't you going to listen to me?"
"You are, you are! I'll listen to you, sister!" Ding He stuck out her tongue and said happily, "Then—sister, I'll go back to my room first?"
Nan Xian waved her hand: "Go on, go on, I'm so sleepy, I need to get some sleep."
After Ding He left, Nan Xian's smile gradually faded.
The sudden silence left her feeling empty inside, and the terrifying scenes from her dream kept replaying in her mind, sending chills down her spine.
She shuddered, her gaze sweeping over the suitcase lying in the corner. She decided to do something to keep herself busy and stop thinking about those bad things.
She had a lot of things in her suitcase, so Ding He prepared several storage bags for her to separate different kinds of items, making it easier to find them.
One of the storage bags contained commonly used medicines. When Nan Xian picked it up, a small bottle rolled out. She picked it up and saw that it had the words "melatonin" written on it.
Artists face immense pressure and often work irregular hours, frequently pulling all-nighters for a single scene, resulting in poor sleep for most. Nan Xian occasionally relies on this to get a good night's rest.
She unscrewed the bottle cap, about to pour out a pill, when she suddenly remembered something, her expression changed slightly, and she gently placed her right hand on her lower abdomen.
Her abdomen was still flat, and no one would have guessed that a new life was growing inside.
...I'm pregnant.
And she conceived in a way that science cannot explain.
Nan Xian pinched her brow in distress and stuffed the medicine bottle back into her suitcase.
How annoying... Before one problem was solved, another one arose. It was as if some unseen force was urgently pushing her forward, not allowing her to hesitate even for a moment.
She collapsed onto the bed in despair, staring at the ceiling, and sighed deeply.
Mencius said, "When Heaven is about to place a great responsibility on a person, it will first test their will, strain their muscles and bones, and starve their body..."
Is this a test from heaven?
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