Chapter 119 Pregnancy
My finger hovered above the screen, but I didn't open the dialog box.
She inexplicably didn't want to go, but she couldn't.
She was his subordinate, and he was her boss.
Once an order is given, it must be executed.
She stood up, clutching the documents tightly in her hand, and slowly walked towards the elevator.
When she reached the door, she took a deep breath and knocked twice.
"Come in."
A deep male voice came from inside.
She pushed open the door, walked to the desk, and handed over the documents with both hands.
"President Sheng, here are the materials you requested. Please take a look."
Sheng Tingzhou took the document, his fingertips inadvertently brushing against the back of her hand.
The cool touch sent a shiver through her heart.
He lifted his eyelids and moved his gaze from the page to her face.
"We're going to Jiangcheng tomorrow, you'll come with me."
Song Zhiwei was stunned, thinking she had misheard.
"……ah?"
Qin Yuan was Sheng Tingzhou's permanent assistant.
It's really illogical that a newcomer like her would be suddenly chosen to accompany them.
She reacted instinctively.
“I think Assistant Qin is more suitable. He is more familiar with your work habits, and this business trip involves a complex range of client relationships…”
Before he could finish speaking, Sheng Tingzhou spoke up calmly.
Are you questioning me?
Song Zhiwei's heart tightened, and she quickly shook her head.
“I didn’t mean that, Mr. Sheng. I just thought that according to convention, Assistant Qin should accompany you, and I was afraid that changing someone at the last minute would disrupt your work schedule.”
After she finished speaking, she lowered her eyes.
"Then let's book the tickets today. We must get to Jiangcheng before noon tomorrow."
His tone was decisive, leaving no room for negotiation.
She paused slightly, her fingertips involuntarily curling up.
Having said that, it would seem pretentious to refuse any longer.
"good."
She paused, bit her lower lip, and asked in a low voice.
"Then... how many days will I stay? I need to arrange my return trip in advance, otherwise it will affect the work I'm doing."
Five days.
He answered succinctly.
His gaze swept across the computer screen for a moment, then looked away.
"I'll arrange everything, you just need to leave on time."
"Okay, I'll take care of it right away."
She replied and turned to walk towards her workstation.
As she walked, she silently encouraged herself.
When you're at work, you should only talk about work.
Don't overthink it, and don't let anything else get mixed in.
His gaze softened slightly when he saw that she had agreed.
Then he added another sentence.
"Shall we have lunch together?"
The sunlight outside the office slanted in through the window and onto the desk.
"Forget it."
She refused almost instinctively.
"It's better to keep business and personal matters separate at work. If someone sees us like this... it wouldn't be good."
She didn't want to eat alone with him.
The air fell silent for a moment.
Pushing open the door, Song Zhiwei leaned against the wall, her back against the cold tiles, and took a deep breath.
The air conditioner at the end of the corridor was blowing a faint breeze.
Perhaps she's being too sensitive.
It's just a meal, nothing serious, why be so nervous?
But the thought of Chen Yun's condescending gaze when she looked at her made her hesitate.
She felt a tightness in her chest, as if a stone was pressing down on it.
Chen Yun is his fiancée; their relationship is public knowledge, and everyone knows the truth.
And what about her?
He was just an ordinary project liaison in the company.
She tugged at the corners of her mouth, forcing a bitter smile.
He then glanced down at his watch, turned around, and silently walked back to his workstation.
When she got home that evening, the moment she opened the door, she heard a series of retching sounds coming from the bathroom.
Song Zhiwei's heart tightened, and she quickly put down her bag and walked over.
Jiang Mengxi was kneeling beside the toilet, her forehead covered in cold sweat.
"Mengxi!"
She quickly squatted down and gently patted the other person's back.
"What's wrong with you? You're only a month pregnant, why are you suffering so much?"
Jiang Mengxi took a breath, barely managed to lift her eyes, and smiled weakly at her.
"I probably ate something cold at noon, so my stomach isn't feeling too well. I'll be fine after resting for a while."
Don't force yourself.
Song Zhiwei frowned even more, her heart aching almost to the point of overflowing.
"You're only in the early stages of pregnancy, you can't do anything reckless. What if you get dehydrated or have low blood sugar?"
"Let's go to the hospital to get it checked out."
"I have to go on a business trip tomorrow, and I'm worried about leaving you home alone."
Jiang Mengxi wanted to refuse, so she opened her mouth.
Before she could speak, Song Zhiwei grabbed her hand without saying a word.
He stuffed his backpack, ID card, and medical insurance card into her arms all at once.
"Let's go, let's go now."
"Don't wait until it gets worse at night before you regret it."
Yancheng Hospital.
The emergency room lobby was still lit up late at night, with people coming and going.
At this time, the number of appointments that can be booked is extremely limited.
The regular outpatient clinics had already closed, and the emergency room queue stretched like a winding snake.
Jiang Mengxi stood in front of the triage desk, her face still pale.
After hesitating for a long time, she finally took out her phone and dialed the number of an old classmate she hadn't contacted in a long time.
The phone rang twice before being answered; the other end had a clear voice.
"Mengxi? It's so late, are you feeling unwell?"
"It wasn't me."
Jiang Mengxi lowered her voice and glanced around.
"It's my friend. He's been having some gastrointestinal problems lately, vomiting a lot. I'm afraid it's acute gastroenteritis."
She didn't dare mention the pregnancy.
This old classmate was close to Jiang Mengxi's family, and her parents often mentioned him at the dinner table.
If you accidentally reveal that you are pregnant and you are not married, it will inevitably cause a stir when your family hears it.
"Okay, I'll ask for you."
The other party didn't ask any further questions and was straightforward in their attitude.
"Which building are you going to? I'll contact the on-call doctor in the gastroenterology department."
Half an hour later, footsteps could be heard in the hospital corridor.
A young male doctor in a white coat walked over.
She looked to be in her early twenties, with half her face covered by a mask, making it impossible to see her features.
But that quiet and composed demeanor was undeniable.
He walked up to the two of them, his gaze falling on Jiang Mengxi, and asked softly, "Is this the patient?"
Jiang Mengxi nodded and softly called out, "Dr. Liang."
Liang Yuwei glanced at her through his glasses, his gaze lingering on her eyes for two seconds.
Where does it hurt?
Jiang Mengxi felt a sudden tightness in her heart when he looked at her like that, and her palms became slightly sweaty.
"My stomach isn't feeling well; I've been vomiting all day."
The churning sensation in my stomach didn't stop all day.
But she knew that this was not a simple gastrointestinal problem at all.
While typing, Liang Yuwei asked, "Are your periods regular?"
His fingers tapped rapidly on the keyboard, producing a crisp "click-clack" sound.
The incandescent light shone on his cool-toned white coat, making him appear even more aloof.
Upon hearing this, Jiang Mengxi's hand froze, her face turned red, and she stammered, unable to speak.
The question was so private and so direct that she could hardly lift her head.
"Has your period been late recently?"
Generally, pregnancy must be ruled out first; that's the rule.
It doesn't matter if the other person is a celebrity, a rich heiress, or an ordinary office worker.
The first step when early pregnancy symptoms appear is to check for pregnancy.
This is not offensive, it's professionalism.
She asked in a low voice, "Dr. Liang, could you... please not tell my friend about this?"
"I am a doctor and I will not disclose patients' privacy."
He moved with ease, gently pushing his gold-rimmed glasses up his nose with his index finger.
"I am pregnant."
After she finished speaking, she seemed completely exhausted, and her shoulders slumped slightly.
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