She was completely exhausted, her whole body limp as she collapsed onto him, letting the warm water flow over her. He took care of her ticulously.
Even her internal body was cleaned this ti. He hadn’t used protection.
After washing her clean, he carried her to the bed and dressed her in a silk nightgown.
Qin Miaomiao was drifting off to sleep but still forced herself to stay awake and said:
"Honey, it seems like we didn’t take any precautions this ti, right?"
"Mm."
"We didn’t last ti either."
"Mm."
Qin Miaomiao buried her head in his chest, her voice muffled in sadness: "Actually, we’ve skipped precautions quite a few tis already. Deep down, I guess I wanted to get pregnant. But it’s been so long, and still nothing. Honey, do you think I can’t have a baby?"
Lu Qing gently ran his fingers through her soft hair, comforting her:
"No, don’t think like that. Didn’t the traditional dicine doctor say before that you have a condition of cold womb? The problem is probably related to that. We’ll invite the doctor again and take good care of it. Besides, your body is frail right now, so it’s not the best ti for pregnancy. Let’s focus on nourishing your health first, okay?"
Qin Miaomiao still had a shadow lingering in her heart. She said:
"What if... what if I really can’t have a baby? What would you do?"
Lu Qing pinched her nose and smiled: "Look at you. If you really want a child, we can try artificial insemination or even surrogacy. If none of that works, we can adopt one. If you decide you don’t want a child, then let’s just not have one."
Qin Miaomiao looked at his face, feeling a pinch of sourness in her nose: "If I really can’t give birth, could you truly accept it?"
"Of course. One less person vying for your attention, isn’t that perfect? Besides, I cherish the ti we spend alone together. Everything else doesn’t matter."
"Honey, you’re really good at comforting . But when we first got married, I ambitiously announced I’d have three kids. Now I can’t even have one—how embarrassing is that?"
He tapped her forehead, mocking her bluntly: "Right now, you’re only worried about being embarrassed? You know giving birth is painful, aren’t you worried about that?"
Qin Miaomiao sighed: "Let’s wait until I can talk about it seriously. Ninth Uncle’s traditional dicine doctor seed pretty good. Let’s try reaching out to him."
"Alright."
The next day, Qin Miaomiao found Mr. Jiu and subtly hinted at having him invite the traditional dicine doctor.
"Mm? Is it because of your abdominal injury?"
Discussing sothing like this with Ninth Uncle was clearly a bit embarrassing.
"It’s not just that. There’s sothing else."
Mr. Jiu frowned: "You an there’s another problem with your body?"
Qin Miaomiao’s face flushed red: "Uh, well, it actually involves... involves... Ninth Uncle, just help bring the doctor, please."
"Alright, alright, I won’t pry."
When Mr. Hu was invited over, trembling with age, he took one look at her and thought to himself, "Not her again. Did she hurt another toe this ti?"
Mr. Jiu sat nearby as the doctor first checked the wound on her abdon and then felt her pulse, examining her thoroughly. With Mr. Jiu still sitting close by, Qin Miaomiao felt a bit uncomfortable voicing her concerns directly. Mr. Hu stroked his goatee and said:
"Miss, your wound is healing well. Your body is just slightly weak, but it’s nothing serious. I’ll prescribe so traditional dicine for you to take."
Qin Miaomiao hesitated several tis before finally speaking up:
"Doctor, you ntioned before that my cold womb might affect pregnancy— is that true?"
"Ah, yes. When your nstrual cycle cos, you always experience abdominal pain, don’t you? The issue of cold womb is indeed sowhat severe. You must be careful and diligent in nurturing your health. It’ll likely take half a year to a year to properly regulate your body in order to conceive."
"Oh, alright. Thank you, Doctor."
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