"A chance of getting pregnant again?"
Shen Yueru heard Wang Yi's words.
"Really? Can I really have another child?" Her face brightened up again. She had been drinking the ginseng soup Wang Yi had given her these days, and she felt much better. Coupled with Mo Xin's daily improvement, Shen Yueru's mental and emotional problems had mostly subsided, and she couldn't help but start thinking about the next issue: a second child.
Although the elders and young people around him all depended on Mo Naihe for food, drink, defecation and urination, it still brought him great pressure. Anyone of their age would have at least three or four descendants in the family.
Not to mention that Mo Naihe is the most prominent person in this branch of the family, has few children and suffers from brain disease. Everyone who sees him urges him to marry again.
Mo Naihe himself was not afraid of these things. He walked upright and sat upright. Having a son, Mo Xin, was enough for him. But the mocking look in those people's eyes made Shen Yueru feel miserable.
She even secretly burned incense and prayed to Buddha, willing to exchange ten or twenty years of her life for a second son.
She loved her husband as much as he loved her, and didn't want him to bear the pressure in this matter.
For this reason, she was sensitive and suspicious about such things, and there were a few people who kept sending women to her house.
Depression almost came back.
Wang Yi is also well aware of this. In her previous life, she watched helplessly as a female successor whom she had promoted resigned and went home to do in vitro fertilization because she was unable to have a child.
She quit her job with an annual salary of 200,000 yuan, failed in IVF several times, and her career went bankrupt and her marriage ended in divorce.
Finally, she found a divorced man and married him, and had a baby the following year.
It turns out that her man is not good enough.
Luck was not on her side.
It was a pity that she had put so much effort into training that successor, but in the end, it couldn't replace her deep-rooted desire to not get pregnant.
For this reason, Wang Yi still plans to help her.
"You're not too old, so of course you can. Not only can you have one, but if the birth goes smoothly, you can have two."
Wang Yi spoke truthfully, but his expression was still somewhat awkward.
The memory of the poisonous gas surging through the village that day was simply too painful, and she never wanted to smell the smell of stinking fern thorns again in her life.
Wang Yi frowned at the thought of drinking a decoction made from a bunch of insects and stinky fern thorns.
If it were her, she would definitely refuse!
Anyway, she already has seven sons!!!
The solutions and recipes are all here, it just depends on whether Shen Yueru is willing to accept them.
When Shen Yueru heard this, hope suddenly flashed in her eyes.
Wang Yi's miraculous healing skills have spread throughout the women's circle in the city, and with the living example of King Dingyuan standing in front of her, Shen Yueru is sure to believe her.
"What can I do? Sir, I'm not afraid of anything, even if it costs me half my life! As long as I can give Naihe another child and relieve him of his anxiety, I'll be satisfied."
Shen Yueru stared at Wang Yi intently, and Wang Yi finally nodded.
"Come to my place tomorrow to get the medicine, which you will need to take for seven days. After the medicine is finished, you can have sex. You and the City Lord will surely get what you wish for."
"But, as I said before, that medicine is really disgusting." Wang Yi looked at Shen Yueru with a conflicted look on her face. When she thought of such a delicate lady having to take that kind of medicine, she felt sick for her.
I prescribed the medicine myself...
"It's just unpalatable, not inedible. I'm willing to sacrifice my life, let alone a medicine that tastes unpalatable."
Shen Yueru's face was full of longing, and her heart was filled with excitement.
Wang Yi sighed deeply.
I hope you can say the same thing after you get the medicine...
Mo Naihe was waiting anxiously outside the door. Shajie and Lan Miao had already started lighting the lamps in the yard. It was dark.
When Wang Yi and Shen Yueru came out, Mo Naihe hurriedly came up and took Shen Yueru’s hand.
"Madam, please don't be angry. I've driven them all out. I have no choice but to be devoted to you in this life. I will never have other thoughts!"
Shen Yueru's eyes were filled with tears. She lay on Mo Naihe's body and cried, then suddenly whispered a few words in Mo Naihe's ear.
Mo Naihe was shocked and asked, "Really?"
Shen Yueru looked at Wang Yi, then nodded while crying and laughing.
Mo Naihe suddenly came up to Wang Yi and bowed deeply, his head lowered: "Thank you, sir!"
Zheng Yeheng stood aside, his hands in his sleeves, his face full of confusion. What were they acting out? Why were they suddenly thanking each other?
Wang Yilian dodged to the side and said, "City Lord, please don't be like this. It won't be too late to thank me when you really have good news."
happiness?
Who is happy?
What good news?
Zheng Yeheng's brows were tightly furrowed as he looked back and forth at them.
Then he looked at Shen Yueru's belly.
There's nothing they can do about the fact that they haven't been able to have a second child. Is this... praying to Wang Yi for a child?
Oh, did he think she was the Goddess of Childbirth? Just because she had given birth to seven sons, she could help others have children too?
No, wait.
Wang Yi herself gave birth to seven children...
When Zheng Yeheng thought of this, his heartbeat suddenly accelerated.
She can cure this kind of infertility!
Or maybe she has a secret to help you get pregnant!
Zheng Yeheng suddenly felt his breathing become a little rapid.
Wait, don't be impatient.
He hadn't thought of telling anyone else about this secret matter.
The imperial physician who knew about this had already been dismissed from office and left the capital, and was sent to Jiangnan to enjoy a good life.
Besides, Wang Yi might be able to treat female infertility, but he is a man, and he is in that awkward position.
If I can really get her one day, there is no need to bring up this private matter.
Zheng Yeheng looked calm on the surface, but for a moment he was filled with mixed emotions.
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