"I'm really fine..." Just as Luo Xiaoqian said a few words, she suddenly felt retching again. She bent over and vomited for a long time, but nothing came out.
When she straightened up again, Leng Zimo looked at her pale face, frowned and held her shoulders, "Honestly, how many days is this?"
"Number..." Luo Xiaoqian pursed her lips, "It seems to have been three or four days."
Because she has been busy these past few days, she has not had much appetite. In addition, the weather is hot. Luo Xiaoqian only thinks that she has a slight heat stroke and does not take it seriously. In addition, there are so many things happening today, so she did not complain to her.
He mentioned.
"Idiot!" Leng Zimo cursed, and he hugged her waist, "Follow me to the hospital right away."
"It wasn't that serious before, I just felt a little nauseous. I just started vomiting today. It must be because the pasta tastes bad. Let's go home first..." Luo Xiaoqian refused to go. He had just returned from abroad and had not even had a rest.
She didn't even have a rest, and she couldn't bear to let him go through the trouble with her anymore, "I promise, I will let Yu Tong take me to the hospital tomorrow morning for a good check-up."
"No, I have to go now!" Leng Zimo couldn't help but hug her and walk out.
After paying the bill, the two went straight back to the car, and he started the car and drove to the nearest hospital.
When driving to an intersection, Leng Zimo suddenly pulled the car to the side of the road and stopped.
Turning around and holding her arm, Leng Zimo said in a serious and formal tone, "Xiao Qian, besides nausea, do you have any other symptoms?"
"I just feel like I'm lazy and want to sleep, and then I always feel so hungry, and I feel like vomiting when I smell something..." Looking at Leng Zimo's serious face, she just thought he was worried that something was wrong with her.
, "It's okay, Zimo, don't worry. I guess it's just a bit of heatstroke. It's nothing serious. You don't have to be so nervous."
"I don't think it's heat stroke." Leng Zimo said.
"You're not a doctor. It's either heatstroke or a cold at best..."
"Xiao Qian!" Leng Zimo raised his hand to hold her face, "Are you pregnant?"
"Pregnant?" Luo Xiaoqian laughed, "How is it possible?"
"How is it impossible?" he asked.
Looking at his expression, her smile stiffened, and her voice became nervous unconsciously, "What's the date today?"
"The 25th." Leng Zimo glanced at her belly, "If I remember correctly, it should be your menstrual period, right?"
Luo Xiaoqian's face suddenly fell, "Am I really pregnant?"
Nausea, retching, lethargy... these are very similar to what Huangfuluo said about her pregnancy reactions, and more importantly, her good friend has not come for several days.
At first, she didn't care, just thinking it was because she was too busy, so she postponed it.
Now when I hear Leng Zimo mention it, it seems true no matter how I think about it.
Luo Xiaoqian swallowed nervously.
She became a mother for the first time in her life, and in such sudden circumstances, she was certainly more surprised than happy.
"Zimo, what should I do?" She raised her hand and grabbed his arm, frowning and asking.
Leng Zimo looked at her with a smile, "If you're pregnant, just give birth!"
"But……"
"You don't want kids?!"
"It's not... it's..." Luo Xiaoqian held his finger, "I'm... a little scared."
"What are you afraid of?" Leng Zimo stretched out his arms to hug her, patting her back comfortingly, "I'm here..."
"You can't give birth to a child for me." Luo Xiaoqian whispered in his arms.
