As Song Qingya sat resting in her chair, she watched him eat and couldn’t help but recall the rumors about his large family in Beijing.
’It must be a result of his upbringing, right?’
She thought to herself.
Leaning back in her chair, she watched Fei Jin tidy the blankets on the bed, folding them into a perfectly neat square, like a "block of tofu."
Sensing a hint of hesitation in her gaze, Fei Jin, who was putting away clothes, looked up and said gently, "It’s alright. Just rest. I can always tidy up again later."
’Are you always like this, whether in reality or in my dreams?’
An indescribable emotion welled up in her heart, and she felt the bridge of her nose tingle.
But the Fei Jin who had appeared in her dream had temples frosted with white.
They were clearly the sa soul, with the sa face, so why was there such a huge difference?
Even though they were now as close as two people could be.
Song Qingya still felt it was difficult to truly reach the depths of his heart.
Although they weren’t speaking.
Fei Jin could always sense the slightest change in her.
So, he stopped what he was doing, turned, and walked over to stand behind her.
He raised a hand and slowly tousled her soft hair.
"What’s wrong?"
He crouched down to et her gaze and continued, "Qingya, have you been unhappy lately?"
He asked very slowly, with a hint of caution.
Ever since she had woken up abruptly from that nightmare the other night, he had noticed sothing was off.
And over the past few days, he had found her lapsing into brief, deep thought from ti to ti.
Her gaze, when it fell on him, would be tinged with a strange sadness.
Although they were the closest people in each other’s worlds.
He always felt there was still a corner of her heart that had not yet opened to him.
Her gaze was distant and hazy.
But she had no idea that a similar emotion was surging within his own heart at that very mont.
"Fei Jin, I’m not sad."
"I’m worried about you keeping things to yourself. When you’re unhappy, wronged, or in pain, you always bottle it up inside. You never tell right away."
She tilted her head up to look at him, her eyes filled with concern.
"You say you’re thoughtful, that you consider everyone’s feelings and look at the bigger picture. But you have to know, people aren’t made of steel. If you keep suppressing yourself like this, you’ll break one day. If sothing happened to you, what would I do?"
Fei Jin was silent for a long mont, his gaze growing deeper.
After a while, he finally responded in a low voice, "Okay."
Song Qingya heard him clearly, and a wave of warmth spread through her heart.
But she also knew perfectly well that even though he had promised, the mont trouble truly arose, Fei Jin would still be the first one to charge in.
That was his nature; he was used to shouldering everything alone.
It was his instinct, and it would be difficult to change completely.
And even if he were forced to change, perhaps he would no longer be the sa person she loved so deeply.
’If that happened, I’m afraid my love for him would change, too.’
Fei Jin raised his hand and slowly brushed away a stray strand of hair that had fallen across her face.
Then he lowered his head, intending to place the gentlest of kisses on her forehead.
But in that instant, the unexpected happened.
The color drained from Song Qingya’s face, her gentle mood seeming to freeze in an instant.
Her complexion turned pale, and a flicker of pained endurance crossed her features.
Almost instinctively, she gently reached out and pushed him away just as his lips were about to touch her.
"Qingya! What’s wrong? You look so pale!"
Fei Jin imdiately sensed sothing was wrong, his voice laced with worry.
Song Qingya bent over, clutching her stomach, her face white.
"I think I ate sothing bad. My stomach feels awful, and I feel like throwing up."
"Then what are we waiting for? I’m taking you to the hospital right now."
The mont the words left his mouth, Fei Jin scooped her up in his arms and hurried toward the hospital.
As soon as they arrived at the hospital, two young nurses ca up to greet them.
"Fei Village Chief, what’s the rush? Did sothing happen?"
"She’s been feeling nauseous for the past few days, and today she just couldn’t bear it anymore. I want her to get a check-up."
Song Qingya frowned in discomfort, covering her mouth and fighting back her unease.
She said in a small voice, "It’s not so serious illness, is it? I’ve been eating very light, how could this happen..."
"Don’t overthink it. I’m here."
Fei Jin comforted her in a low voice.
"I’m just a little scared... I’ve heard that so bad illnesses can have symptoms like mine, with nausea and drowsiness..."
Hearing her describe it so gravely, the two nurses were frightened as well.
"I’ll go get Doctor Wen!"
One of them quickly turned and ran out.
"I’ll go with you!"
The other one dashed out after her.
Before long, a middle-aged female doctor hurried in.
The mont she entered, she asked, "Who’s the patient?"
"It’s ..."
Song Qingya gently raised her hand, her voice weak.
Trying to stay calm, she described her recent condition, fighting through the discomfort to ask in a small voice, "Doctor, what do you think is wrong with ? Besides the nausea, I’ve also been really drowsy. No matter how long I sleep at night, I still feel tired."
After listening, Doctor Wen nodded slightly, a look of understanding already on her face.
But she didn’t rush to give an answer.
Instead, she tilted her head in thought for a mont before saying in a calm voice, "We happen to have a new ultrasound machine. Comrade, let’s have you get a scan. Fei Village Chief, could you please step out for a mont?"
She wanted to confirm the truth of the matter, not speak rashly.
"Alright."
Fei Jin agreed crisply, but his movents were a bit slow.
He looked up at Song Qingya.
"Qingya, I’ll be waiting right outside. Call if you need anything."
"Don’t worry, Fei Village Chief. I’ll be very thorough. There won’t be any problems."
Doctor Wen interjected.
Song Qingya nodded and followed Doctor Wen into the inner room.
She glanced around, and her eyes landed on a brand-new machine in the corner. It looked vaguely familiar.
Curiosity welled up, and she couldn’t help but ask.
"Doctor, what’s the full na of this device?"
Doctor Wen was adjusting the machine. Hearing the question, she looked up and smiled.
"This is a Type-B diagnostic instrunt. It’s advanced equipnt. The hospital director had to pull a lot of strings with the higher-ups to get it. It’s quite a rarity."
’A Type-B diagnostic instrunt?’
The phrase flashed through Song Qingya’s mind.
Then it hit her—’Isn’t this what’s commonly known in later generations as a ’B-scan’?’
Before she could fully process it, Doctor Wen was already telling her to lie down for the examination.
Although she complied, her mind seed to be drifting at the edge of consciousness.
She felt dizzy and dazed, as if in a dream, and went through the whole process in a stupor.
Then, the long wait began.
She sat on a small chair next to the examination room, her hands clutching the hem of her dress.
Half an hour later, the door was gently pushed open.
Doctor Wen walked out from inside, holding a report.
The mont Song Qingya saw the expression on Doctor Wen’s face, she knew there were results. She quickly stood up and asked, "Doctor, what are you smiling about?"
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