December 1st, noon.
Huaqiao Village, Baishui Town, Fufeng County.
"Village head! Village head!"
Cheng Minggui came to the east of the village anxiously and knocked on the door of the village head Hua Sufen's house.
"Mingui, what's going on?"
The one who opened the door was Yu Qingyou, the husband of the village head. He had handed over the rickshaw driving job to his daughter and now only stayed at home to do the housework.
"Uncle Qingyou, something bad has happened, Ermao is missing! I was going to the town to sell some mountain products this morning, and I thought it would be inconvenient to take Ermao with me, so I left him alone at home. Unexpectedly, when I came back from the town, he...he was gone!" Cheng Minggui's eyes were red, and he was crying and looking extremely anxious.
"Mingui, Ermao is so small, you really shouldn't leave him at home alone."
Yu Qing looked at Cheng Minggui with a hint of reproach, but he also knew that there was nothing he could do. After all, it was not easy for Cheng Minggui, a widower, to raise a child. He had to make a living and take care of his young son. Sometimes he was really unable to do everything in two places and was quite helpless.
"Mingui, don't worry. Maybe Ermao ran away because he was having fun. Your aunt Sufen hasn't come back from the county yet. I will go to the villagers to help find him. You should go to the places where Ermao usually goes and look for him first." Yu Qing said in an orderly manner.
"Okay... okay, thank you Uncle Qingyou."
Cheng Minggui, who was at a loss, suddenly felt like a backbone and hurriedly thanked Yu Qingyou.
"We're all from the same village, there's nothing to thank or not. The most important thing now is to find Ermao as soon as possible."
After instructing Cheng Minggui to check out the places Ermao often went to, Yu Qingyou also quickly notified the villagers of Huaqiao Village and asked everyone to help look for Ermao.
However, at this moment, Ermao had been tied up with his hands and feet, and his mouth was gagged with cloth, while he lay on a speeding carriage...
At the same time, in Fufeng County, Yunshui Town, Shuiyun Street, Hongchen Pavilion, Lianxing's room.
"Oh my, Lianxing, you haven't worked for two months. You are the top young master of our Hongchen Pavilion. If you don't accept customers anymore, Hongchen Pavilion will lose a lot of customers!" Shui Yu, the brothel owner of Hongchen Pavilion, looked at Lianxing with resentment.
“Cough cough cough…”
"I'm sorry, brothel owner, Lianxing is still feeling unwell and isn't in a good position to receive any customers. If she passes her illness on to the customers and they blame her, then... that wouldn't be good. Ahem... ahem..."
"Okay! Okay! Okay! What bad luck! Xiaochun, take good care of the young master. If anything goes wrong again, I will skin you alive and pull out your tendons!" Shui Yu first instructed Xiaochun to take good care of Lianxing, and then left the room cursing.
"Sir, how are you? Are you okay?" Xiaochun looked at Lianxing, whose face was slightly pale, with some concern.
"Xiaochun, I'm fine. I just haven't had a good appetite and haven't slept well in the past month. And... forget it, you can go out with me to see a doctor later."
"Yes, sir."
At three o'clock in the afternoon, Lianxing brought Xiaochun to Huichun Hall in Yunshui Town.
"Doctor, for the past month, I've been feeling nauseous and wanting to vomit. I can't eat, and I throw up everything I eat. This nausea is especially intense in the early morning."
"Nausea, want to vomit?"
Upon hearing this, the doctor took out a pulse pillow, asked Lianxing to put his hand on it, and then started to take his pulse.
"How is it, doctor? Am I okay?" Lian Xing looked at the doctor opposite her in confusion, who held her hand for a long time but did not say a word.
"Excuse me, sir, has your menstrual period always come on time?" The doctor repeatedly felt Lian Xing's pulse and finally confirmed his guess.
"It's hard to say. Sometimes it's accurate, sometimes it's not. Sometimes it's early, sometimes it's late." Lian Xing said after a little thought.
"When was your last period?" the doctor continued.
"The last time I came to Guishui..."
"Xiaochun, come here."
Lian Xing had somewhat forgotten about it, so she called over her personal servant who was waiting on the side.
"When was the last time I had my period?" Lian Xing asked Xiaochun directly.
"The most recent time that the young master had his menstrual period should be, should be...ah, it seems that the young master didn't have his menstrual period in October and November!" Xiaochun answered after thinking carefully.
"You haven't had your period in two months?"
Lian Xing's pretty eyebrows knitted together slightly when she heard this. This was the first time he hadn't had his period in such a long time.
"Sir, that's right. You are not sick, you are just pregnant. Moreover, according to your pulse, the fetus in your belly is already two months old." The doctor let go of Lian Xing's hand and took back the pulse pillow.
"Pregnant? Doctor, are you seeing things?"
Xiaochun was stunned. His son was the top prostitute at Hongchen Pavilion, so how could he suddenly be pregnant? How was he supposed to handle his clients now? And how was he supposed to explain this to the brothel owner?
Xiaochun was completely overwhelmed. Furthermore, his son hadn't received any clients in two months. The last time he had been was when he was summoned to the county government office by the former county magistrate, Xiao Yanlan. He had no idea whose child his son was carrying...
"I have been practicing medicine for decades. If I can't even make a mistake in taking a pregnancy pulse, I might as well take down the sign at the door and burn it as firewood." Upon hearing Xiaochun's questioning words, the doctor sitting opposite Lianxing said with a little displeasure.
"Doctor, can I have an abortion?" Lian Xing touched her lower abdomen and asked sternly.
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