"I won't look."
Song Lan smiled and deliberately closed her eyes.
Seeing this, Qin Yanzheng laughed out loud: "If you don't want to look, then don't look. Anyway, I'll always have a smiling face in front of you."
"I didn't ask you to treat me specially."
Song Lan gave a sentence.
"Yes, yes, you didn't. I'm the one with double standards."
Qin Yanzheng's tone was tinged with amusement. He tightened his grip on Song Lan's hand and asked, "Have you mentioned going home early to prepare for childbirth to your superiors?"
"No, I'm thinking of bringing it up again in mid-September, and then stopping work at the end of September."
By then, she will be a little over eight months pregnant, which will be just right for her to go home and prepare for childbirth.
"Don't wait until the end of September, stop working in mid-September."
Qin Yanzheng said, "You are carrying twins, so your belly is much bigger than that of a pregnant woman carrying a single baby at the same stage of pregnancy. If nothing goes wrong at work, everything will be fine, but if something does happen, people might say that you are deliberately causing trouble for the hospital."
Song Lan remained silent.
“You know I’m doing this for your own good, for the good of our child. I believe your parents think the same way I do, and they don’t want you to risk working while you’re seven or eight months pregnant.”
Qin Yanzheng continued to persuade her. He genuinely cared for his wife, who was seven or eight months pregnant and still had to work. To be honest, he felt sorry for her.
"Okay, I'll do as you say."
She really shouldn't cause trouble for the hospital because of her current health condition.
"Unhappy?"
Sensing that Song Lan was in low spirits, Qin Yanzheng couldn't help but ask.
"No."
Song Lan looked up and met his gaze. She said, "My current physical condition is indeed not suitable for me to continue working."
"Don't force yourself. I can tell you're feeling down. Come here, my arms are for you. If you want to cry, just have a good cry. Everything will be alright after you've cried!"
The two lay face to face, but because of Song Lan's pregnant belly, it was clearly unrealistic for Qin Yanzheng to pull his wife into his arms.
Song Lan was amused by the man's words: "Don't say I didn't want to cry. Even if I did want to cry, how do you think I could possibly fall into your arms in my current state? Or are you deliberately making things difficult for me, wanting to see me make a fool of myself?"
Qin Yanzheng chuckled, "No, I wasn't trying to make things difficult for you, and how could I possibly want to see you make a fool of yourself? I'm genuinely offering you my embrace to soothe your wounded heart!"
"Stop joking. I've said it before, I know what's important and what's not."
As Song Lan was speaking, she suddenly thought of something and said, "Let's go to sleep early. You have to get up early tomorrow morning to kill those two pigeons and make soup."
"Did Nurse Wang use her connections to bring this to you this afternoon?"
Qin Yanzheng asked.
"Um."
Song Lan said, "I spoke with Wang Ping yesterday, and she brought it to the hospital this afternoon and handed it over to me."
In reality, the pigeon came from Song Lan's space. She took it out of her space before leaving get off work and put it in a delicate little bamboo cage.
When Qin Yanzheng got off work and arrived at the hospital, he casually handed it to the other person.
I was thinking of making soup for Grandpa Chen and Grandma Chen to nourish their bodies.
Pigeon soup is rich in nutrients, which can not only promote wound healing and enhance physical fitness, but also beautify the skin and improve the body's resistance. It is clear that drinking pigeon soup after surgery is undoubtedly very beneficial.
But it should be in moderation.
"Kill them both. I'll make soup with one, and the other..."
Before Qin Yanzheng could finish speaking, Song Lan said, "I don't need it."
She doesn't lack nutrition, so there's no need for her to drink pigeon soup.
Qin Yanzheng: "Why wouldn't you need to? You're eating for three people, so you need to get enough nutrition every day."
Am I malnourished?
Song Lan raised an eyebrow and asked, but before Qin Yanzheng could respond, her voice rang out again: "We have malted milk powder and formula at home. At your request, I'll drink a cup morning and night."
Adding to the nutrition from my daily meals, if I continue to nourish myself further, the baby in my womb might become too large during delivery, which would be of no benefit to me at all!
"You're right."
Qin Yanzheng didn't want the baby to cause Song Lan a difficult childbirth because it was too big, but he still said in a consultative tone, "Why don't you drink less?"
"Just drink half a bowl."
Song Lan responded.
"Okay, I'll drink half a bowl."
Qin Yanzheng finally had no objections.
"Go to sleep."
Song Lan's eyelids were starting to droop from sleepiness.
"Um."
Qin Yanzheng responded, saying, "Let's kill one for soup tomorrow morning, and save the other one for the day after tomorrow. Is that alright?"
"Do as you say."
Pigeon soup is nutritious, but everything has its applicable scope and limitations; too much of anything is as bad as too little.
To put it simply, drinking pigeon soup after surgery is good, but it must be done in moderation and should not be consumed in large quantities!
Beijing City.
Chen Changqing got into his car around 4 p.m. and set off from the Machinery Factory Staff Hospital to return to Beijing. It was around 9:30 p.m. when his car drove into the compound and then into his own yard.
Hearing the sound of a car driving into the yard, Zhang Hua immediately went downstairs to the second floor, and soon the lights in the living room on the first floor came on.
Where have you been these past two days?
As Chen Changqing entered the living room, he was immediately confronted by his wife Zhang Hua's questioning.
"What's up?"
Chen Changqing stared at the other person, his face expressionless.
"You haven't come home for two or three nights in a row, can't I ask where you've been?"
Zhang Hua's eyes were filled with grievance as she said, "No matter what, we're husband and wife. If you're not coming home, you should at least tell me. But you didn't say a word, and I just sat at home waiting for you to come home from get off work as usual."
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