Ni Sitian reopened the drawer and took out the somewhat antique-looking yellow paper.
Seeing the few lines of calligraphy written in a vigorous, flowing style, all of them were names of medicines, it must be a traditional Chinese medicine prescription. The date was a month ago.
Is Xu Tingchuan sick? I haven't seen him taking any Chinese medicine.
Ni Sitian was a little confused and worried. She carefully examined the medicinal herbs on the paper, then turned on her computer to check their effects one by one.
When I found out that one of the ingredients was for warming the uterus, I knew it definitely wasn't Xu Tingchuan's.
Isn't she the one in the family who drinks traditional Chinese medicine?
Ni Sitian understood a little. This was probably medicine to treat her cold uterus. It was probably a prescription that was given to her after she had improved.
But why didn't Xu Tingchuan tell her this? Wouldn't it be better to take her along for this kind of thing and have the old Chinese medicine doctor take a look?
Ni Sitian was puzzled. She looked at the prescription again and felt that something seemed off.
She took a pen, tore off a piece of paper, bent down and copied the prescription onto the paper, then put it back.
She stuffed the note she had copied into her pocket, got up, and left the study.
When she went out to buy groceries in the afternoon, she was careful and first took the note to the pharmacy on the next street and showed the prescription to the doctor.
The traditional Chinese medicine doctor at the pharmacy examined it for a while and said, "Theoretically, it regulates menstruation, but the following herbs—raspberry, motherwort seed, dodder seed, cyperus rhizome, and salvia miltiorrhiza—are all fertility aids."
Upon hearing about assisted reproduction, Ni Sitian paused for a moment.
The traditional Chinese medicine doctor looked up at Ni Sitian and smiled, "Miss, you're still so young, you don't need this, do you? Don't worry, it will come naturally."
Ni Sitian took back the note, her mind buzzing.
How could the traditional Chinese medicine she was drinking have a fertility-enhancing effect? Wasn't Xu Tingchuan diagnosed as infertile? So no matter how much medicine she drank, it wouldn't help. Why did he keep giving it to her?
“Something’s not right.” Ni Sitian muttered to herself, shaking her head. Something was definitely not right about this.
Could there be something wrong with her? Is Xu Tingchuan's medical record fake?
Once Ni Sitian thought about it this way, she felt that everything made sense. Her not being pregnant was her problem, not Xu Tingchuan's problem.
To keep her from finding out and to avoid upsetting her, Xu Tingchuan shifted the blame onto himself, deliberately letting her discover the fake medical record. Given Xu Tingchuan's cautious nature, there was no reason for him not to keep such an important medical record safe.
The reason she was able to find the prescription this time was probably because Xu Tingchuan didn't expect them to come back to live here so soon, so he didn't have a chance to tidy up the study, or rather, he didn't expect her to look up the contents of the prescription.
Ni Sitian's face grew paler and paler. She panicked for a moment while walking, and a bicycle crashed into her head-on.
She came to her senses, but it was too late to back up. The tire hit her leg, and she fell to the ground.
The driver has already ridden away and disappeared.
She pushed herself up and saw that her knees were bleeding, but she seemed to feel nothing. She walked home in a daze, without buying any groceries.
After entering the house, without even treating his knee, he went to Xu Tingchuan's study and began frantically searching through it.
If she has a problem, Xu Tingchuan should have her medical records.
He had previously taken her to see Dr. Zhang at the gynecology department under the pretext of needing to regulate her menstrual cycle, and they even went for a follow-up visit later.
Ni Sitian searched through all the drawers in the study but couldn't find her medical records. However, she did find business cards of several gynecologists, both traditional Chinese medicine and Western medicine practitioners.
She looked at the business cards, her face turned pale instantly, and her lips trembled slightly. It turned out that the person with the problem really was her.
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