On the wedding day, she married her ex-boyfriend's brother while pregnant

Chapter 195 The big hand never let go of her hand

In the office of the chief obstetrician and gynecologist.

Uncle Song explained to Jiang Qianxun on the way here that the person Xing Ming had an appointment with was an experienced old expert who was poached from a famous obstetrics and gynecology hospital. It was usually difficult to get an appointment with him, and he was famous all over the country!

When Jiang Qianxun stepped into the office, as expected, when he looked up he saw a woman sitting in the middle of the office.

The man looked to be in his fifties, but had short silver hair and was wearing a white mask. He was sitting and reading a book on traditional Chinese medicine.

She finally raised her head when she heard footsteps at the door.

Although he couldn't see the face clearly, when he met those kind and gentle eyes, Jiang Qianxun's nervous heart inexplicably relaxed a little.

Jiang Qianxun walked forward with a smile and glanced at the tag hanging on the chest of the female expert. Seeing the familiar name on it, she was stunned for a moment and greeted the other party in a gentle voice: "Hello, Mr. Wen."

Old Wen, whose real name is Wen Xingling, is a famous gynecologist in China. Because she always has silver hair, people call her Old Wen. The gynecological Chinese medicine she developed is often broadcast on TV. Unexpectedly, the person who would consult her today was this old senior.

Xing Mingyu also nodded politely to the doctor.

Wen Xingling then put down the medical book, stood up, and while motioning for the two to sit down, she looked at Jiang Qianxun with admiration for her delicate face.

"Miss Jiang has good eyesight, but she is too polite. Although I am fifty-three years old and have a head full of white hair, I refuse to admit that I am old. If Miss Jiang doesn't mind, she can just call me Aunt Wen like Ming Yu does."

After saying that, Wen Xingling invited the two of them to take a seat: "Please take a seat."

Aunt Wen?

It seems that this Mr. Wen has a good relationship with the Xing family.

That's right, this is a hospital under the Xing family...

Jiang Qianxun thought about it, thanked him, sat down obediently, and looked at the amiable Old Man Wen with clear eyes: "It's my pleasure, then Aunt Wen, you don't have to be polite to the younger generation, you can just call me Qianxun."

Wen Xingling smiled and took the pregnancy test booklet handed over by Uncle Song, while looking at the noble man who was standing beside Jiang Qianxun and refused to sit down.

"You are quite capable, you used to be so quiet to talk to girls and you wouldn't even look at them, but you managed to secretly find such a nice and polite wife. I thought you were going to be single for the rest of your life."

After making a few jokes, Wen Xingling didn't wait for the man to answer. She looked at Jiang Qianxun with wise and gentle eyes and started chatting with her.

"You look a little tired. Did you not sleep well last night?"

Jiang Qianxun was stunned for a moment, then nodded: "Yes. Aunt Wen is indeed a nationally renowned expert. She predicted it just by looking at my expression."

She had always heard that experienced Chinese medicine practitioners could tell a patient's condition without taking the patient's pulse, but she used to think that was just an exaggeration.

Now that she had seen it with her own eyes, she had to believe it.

There really are people that awesome.

Old Wen flipped through the book twice and said with a smile, "That's a nice compliment, so I'll shamelessly wear it. But Qianxun, you're only half right. I didn't just look at your expression, I also looked at your man's expression. Judging from his spirit, he must have stayed up late last night."

"It's late at night, you didn't sleep well, and neither did he. Did he make you angry?"

"If you are unhappy, go ahead and bully him. The pregnant woman's mood is the most important."

Old Wen gave Jiang Qianxun advice in a low voice, as if he was treating Jiang Qianxun as Xing Mingyu's future wife.

Thinking about the reason for his insomnia last night, which was pointed out by Mr. Wen on the spot, Jiang Qianxun looked a little unnatural.

Old Wen's eyes were as sharp as torches. Seeing Jiang Qianxun's expression change slightly, she did not continue the topic, but turned a few pages of the booklet.

After gaining a general understanding of the pregnancy situation in the previous few months, she closed the booklet and wanted to take Jiang Qianxun to do a Down syndrome screening first.

After the Down syndrome screening is completed, eat something and then go for other examinations.

But before she could even open her mouth, the powerful man in front of her snatched her lines away.

Xing Mingyu said calmly: "Aunt Wen, she is hungry. Let's draw blood for non-invasive DNA test first, and then do other tests."

Mr. Wen: "..."

How dare you steal my lines?

But she was familiar with Old Madam Xing, and Xing Mingyu had grown up under her care, so she would not expose his intentions in front of him.

She stood up with a smile!

"Okay. Chihiro, come over here with me. I'll arrange for someone to draw your blood."

When Jiang Qianxun heard that she needed to have her blood drawn, she immediately became nervous.

She is afraid of pain, injections and blood draws, and her fear is as great as thunder.

This fear was formed when she was sent to the countryside. During those years, Shen Lan saw that the country people could not destroy her, so she asked that scum Shen Kuan to get some things that could not be seen in the light and inject them into her body!

If Aunt Zhao hadn't rescued her in time, she would have been ruined by Shen Lan long ago.

From then on, she was terrified of needles.

Xing Mingyu noticed her abnormality, and he pursed his thin lips tightly. After several seconds, he whispered to her, "What's wrong? Are you hungry?"

There was a tenderness and concern in his voice that was hard to conceal.

"I'm afraid of injections..." Jiang Qianxun replied.

After answering, she was surprised to find that she was actually talking to a man. She quickly shut up and stood up to follow Mr. Wen.

Xing Mingyu saw her little expression and felt a little distressed. He knew how difficult it was for pregnant women.

But his big hand never let go of hers. He held her hand, held her, and carefully led her to the blood drawing location.

As soon as he helped the pregnant woman in front of him to sit down, Mr. Wen asked the experienced nurse to come over with syringes and other tools.

When Jiang Qianxun, who was sitting upright, saw this, he was so frightened that his body started shaking.

Xing Mingyu saw it all. He pursed his lips, hesitated for a moment, then gradually held her small hand with his rough big hand, trying to give her strength and comfort.

Seeing that her body was still shaking, he lowered his head and whispered to her, soothing her in a calm and magnetic voice.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here."

Jiang Qianxun was still immersed in the fear of needles when she suddenly heard the man's steady and powerful voice of comfort. She was indeed comforted by him and had no mind to think about anything else. She just responded with a "hmm" obediently.

The voice was soft and waxy.

Xing Mingyu rarely saw Jiang Qianxun's obedient and gentle side. He felt like something stung his heart, and it went soft.

He couldn't help himself and leaned over again, kissing her forehead with his thin lips.

The force was extremely light, and there were no unnecessary distractions. It was completely soothing in nature.

Jiang Qianxun was still afraid, but suddenly someone kissed her forehead. She felt like she had found support and miraculously felt a little more at ease.

She couldn't care less and just let him go.

Old Wen stood aside. The nurse came over with tools and sat down. Seeing the two people's little movements, her eyes were full of surprise.

But Old Wen remained silent, and gently prompted Jiang Qianxun to take off her coat, pull up her right sleeve, and stretch out her hand.

Jiang Qianxun did as she was told, but when the cold disinfectant was applied to her arm, she was still scared and almost pulled her arm back.

"Chihiro, don't be nervous." After Elder Wen finished speaking, the nurse's gloved hand gently pressed down her arm to hold it in place, and she comforted her in a gentle voice, "If you're really scared, just look somewhere else."

Jiang Qianxun quickly obeyed and didn't start.

Don't dare to look!

But her face hit a warm wall of flesh, and her gentle eyes were instantly filled with the man's body temperature.

Jiang Qianxun was so scared that she dared not move her mouth.

Xing Mingyu was taking care of Xingbao, who had lost her parents, and giving her an injection as if it was his first time. He even felt more heartbroken. He gently pressed his big hand on her right ear and hair, allowing her face to rest tightly against his strong waist and abdomen.

Give her support.

Jiang Qianxun briefly forgot about the blood draw, her mind went blank, and all she could smell was the scent of cedar that was unique to men, bland, cold, and unique.

When Jiang Qianxun discovered the intimate posture between herself and the man, she went from being scared to blushing. Just as she was about to move away from the man's body and keep a suitable distance, she felt a needle piercing her arm.

It's cool and painful, but bearable, and the pain is fleeting.

In fact, the only thing that makes us fail is the psychological barrier.

When the pain was gone, Jiang Qianxun's tension gradually disappeared. In addition, her face was pressed against the man's muscular waist and abdomen. Even through his black shirt, she could feel the strength of the muscles underneath.

She turned her head uncomfortably, sat up straight, distanced herself from the man, and looked at her arm.

The experienced nurse was inserting a new vacuum blood collection tube into the end of the needle.

After a few seconds, another new tube was replaced, and the process was completed after six tubes of blood were collected.

"Okay." The nurse pulled out the needle and was about to speak when, "Knock knock knock!" there was a knock on the door.

Old Wen looked in the direction of the voice.

A nurse came in and said, "Mr. Wen, the pregnant woman you saw this morning said she had spotting and is waiting outside."

The nurse who was drawing blood took out the blood collection tube in her hand.

After hearing this, Mr. Wen nodded: "I understand."

After saying that, Elder Wen turned around and told Jiang Qianxun, "I'm sorry, another pregnant woman has seen blood, I may have to go out temporarily to deal with it. Qianxun, you hold the wound and sit outside for a few minutes and then you can eat. After you are full, I will take you for other routine examinations?"

When Jiang Qianxun heard that a pregnant woman was bleeding, he quickly said, "It's okay. The pregnant woman in critical condition is more important, you go ahead."

Old Wen looked at the considerate girl with loving eyes, nodded, and walked out.

After the blood was drawn, it was time to eat. Jiang Qianxun, who was almost fainting from hunger, suddenly felt that the pain in her arm was not worth mentioning.

She stood up, glanced at the man holding her hand, and followed him out of the blood drawing room.

There was only a sliding door between the blood drawing room and the office. When Jiang Qianxun walked to the door, she felt embarrassed to disturb Mr. Wen’s work next door.

She turned around and saw a side door leading directly to the corridor, so she stopped.

Xing Mingyu, who had been holding her little hand and playing with it, had to stop.

The man's voice was low and cold, and he asked her with a slight movement of his eyebrows: "What's wrong?"

"Let's go this way." Jiang Qianxun looked at another door and then looked in the direction of Mr. Wen's office.

Xing Ming understood and hummed in a low voice.

Separated by a door.

Qin Chuan was accompanying Zhao Xi to see a doctor when he suddenly heard two slightly familiar voices coming from next door. He frowned.

Why does this voice sound so much like Jiang Qianxun and... Xing Mingyu talking?

Thinking of the woman who could make him feel relaxed, he instinctively looked towards the next room.

Mr. Wen was asking about Zhao Xi's condition and the exact time of her pregnancy.

Seeing that Qin Chuan seemed absent-minded, ignoring her questions and looking at the personal monitoring room next to her, she was curious.

"Master Qin, what are you looking at?"

Qin Chuan came back to his senses, his eyes were bewildered: "Ah? Mr. Wen, I'm sorry, I was distracted just now. What did you just ask me?"

Mr. Wen had no choice but to repeat the question.

Qin Chuan listened and said, "About two months."

After answering, he looked towards the next room, wanting to hear if anyone was still talking over there.

Are the two people who just spoke Jiang Qianxun and Xing Mingyu?

When Zhao Xi heard that he had answered the date wrong and was perfunctory, he felt unhappy.

She looked back and saw that the man behind her didn't even look at the doctor. He turned his head and stared at the room with a nonchalant look.

Zhao Xi felt even colder in his heart.

But she didn't dare show it on her face.

She just reached out and tugged at his shirt, her voice full of grievance.

"Achuan..."

Seeing that the patient was absent-minded, Mr. Wen felt a little helpless.

Even though blood has already appeared, how come the patient only has men in her eyes and thoughts?

Qin Chuan made her even more speechless. Not only did he not care that his woman was unwell, he also stared at the monitoring room next to her with a puzzled look on his face.

There is no girlfriend or wife next door.

But after all, he was familiar with Qin Chuan. Mr. Wen thought so in his heart, but he did not show it as if he was meddling in other people's business. He asked him gently.

"Master Qin, what are you looking at?"

Qin Chuan couldn't wait to hear the two voices from the next room, and was just wondering when he heard Old Wen asking questions.

He thought about it and asked the question in his mind.

"Mr. Wen, the nurse just said that you were treating a couple before. I wonder if they are..."

Qin Chuan was asking about Xing Mingyu and Jiang Qianxun? Did he hear the noise next door?

Mr. Wen paused holding the pen.

She didn't like reading gossip on the Internet, but she had heard about what happened between Jiang Qianxun and Qin Chuan.

When she heard Qin Chuan asking about Xing Mingyu and his future wife, although Old Wen was not clear about the entanglement between the young people, she knew what to say and what not to say.

"I'm sorry, Master Qin, this is the patient's privacy, I can't tell you. Why did Master Qin suddenly ask this?"

Mr. Wen asked back.

"I seemed to hear a familiar voice." Qin Chuan was eager to know the answer.

He said it directly.

Asking about acquaintances shouldn't be considered an invasion of privacy, right?

Elder Wen smiled: "So that's how it is. One of the couple just now is indeed an acquaintance of mine. He accompanied his wife to the prenatal checkup and left after the checkup."

Even that ten thousand year old iceberg made Jiang Qianxun pregnant, yet he was still so concerned about his wife and her belly.

There is nothing wrong with saying that Jiang Qianxun is Xing Mingyu's wife.

If you don't get married today, it will be sooner or later.

Mr. Wen added in his heart.

After hearing this, Qin Chuan frowned.

Are you here for a prenatal checkup with your wife?

How could Jiang Qianxun be Xing Mingyu's wife? Even if they really fell in love, they would only be boyfriend and girlfriend for now.

Besides, Xing Mingyu would not do such an inhuman thing.

As the saying goes, don't cheat on your friend's wife.

Qin Chuan immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

I must have been hallucinating just now.

He came back to his senses and smiled: "It's okay, Elder Wen, please continue. How is Zhao Xi? Is her bleeding this time a big problem?"

Seeing that he was finally willing to cooperate with the treatment, Mr. Wen returned to the topic.