I have ten trillion licking dog gold

"You really don't want to go?"

Ghosts and gods are not to be profaned. Even if they are spoken inside the house, they can still be heard. The next day, Fang Weiguo and his wife prepared to go out after breakfast to chat with their old friend.

Fang Qing's attitude remained firm, and she simply shook her head.

Although they didn't understand why, the couple didn't force the issue.

"Have you packed your clothes?" Pan Hui asked.

"Ah."

"Aren't you leaving today?"

Fang Weiguo was worried that when he returned, his daughter would be gone.

It's obvious he was overthinking it. Legal aid can only play a supporting role in this incident, and it's not too late to set off after the victim arrives in Jiangcheng.

"Don't go."

Fang Qing's reply was concise and expressionless, like a poker card.

Last night, Fang Weiguo noticed something was off about his daughter and thought it was a bit strange. Perhaps the case of the baby girl in Licheng was still putting some pressure on his daughter.

"Okay. Then you should rest well at home and recharge your energy."

Fang Weiguo smiled, unable to offer any better comfort, and picked up some items he had bought at the funeral shop that morning, saying, "Then your mother and I will go."

"Ah."

Fang Qing was indeed quieter today.

"boom."

The security door, which I replaced a month ago, has been opened and closed repeatedly.

Fang Qing, who was home alone, did not sit idle. After her parents left, she quickly went to the storage cabinet, opened the drawer, and took out a mask.

This is……

Going out?
You definitely don't need to wear a mask at home.

No wonder he didn't go to Baoshan Cemetery with his parents to pay his respects; it turns out he had other plans and must have something more important to attend to.

After finding the mask, Fang Qing did not go out immediately. She deliberately waited for more than ten minutes, even though she was extremely anxious.

She only left quickly after estimating that her parents had left the compound.

"boom!"

The security door was slammed shut with force.

Fang Qing walked briskly downstairs, her fluffy down jacket billowing in the wind, along with her long, straight hair that had never changed.

Stepping out of the building, opening the door, getting into the car, starting the engine, the Maserati drove out of the building in one smooth motion.

“3, 2——”

The yellow light is flashing.

The sleek Maserati Quattroporte showed no signs of slowing down; instead, it roared to life, speeding across the zebra crossing. Inside the car, Fang Qing pursed her lips, her hands on the steering wheel turning white from the excessive force. Compared to the roar of the internal combustion engine, her heartbeat seemed even more intense.

God knows how she got through last night. She tossed and turned, got up countless times, and asked different AI software, but the results were all the same, all reminding her to go to the hospital for a checkup.

This is not.

Princess Qing is someone who listens to advice.

She would have set off at daybreak if it weren't to avoid arousing her parents' suspicions.

As a legal professional, the Maserati was driving on the edge of dangerous driving. A journey that normally takes about twenty minutes took just over ten minutes when turning left into the parking lot.

"call……"

As the car reversed into the open-air parking space, Fang Qing, who rarely panicked in any situation, took a deep breath while looking out the windshield at the patients and their families coming and going. Her hands were still tightly gripping the steering wheel.

She had never been this nervous before, even when she defied public opinion and chose to defend the street vendor who stabbed a city management officer to death.

There is no indestructible martial arts technique in the world.

Every person has weaknesses and vulnerabilities; the key is whether or not they are exposed.

Or.

Until that moment arrives, the person may never have realized it.

One minute.

three minutes.

five minutes……

The Maserati's doors remained closed.

The time saved by speeding along the road is wasted in vain.

That's understandable.

It is human nature to avoid seeking medical treatment when one is ill. Compared to cemeteries, hospitals are more frightening, since relatives and friends rest in peace in cemeteries.

It feels like I've returned to the mindset I had when the college entrance exam results were released.

They need results, yet they fear them.

of course.

When the college entrance exam scores were released, Qinggege wasn't scared at all. This was the confidence of a top student. At most, she was just a little "worried" about the guy across the hall. She was "worried" that the guy might perform exceptionally well, beat her, or get the same score as her.

As it turned out, she had worried unnecessarily.

And now.

But no one shared her burden.

It's been almost ten minutes.

Maserati remains silent.

Do not misunderstand.

Even though it's another important milestone in her life, just like the college entrance exam, Qinggege might experience emotional ups and downs, but she won't perform too poorly.

The camera zooms in on the car.

The reason she hesitated to get off the bus was not because she wanted to run away, but because she was looking at the registration interface on her phone and was caught in a dilemma.

—Which department should I fail?

Gynecology, obstetrics and gynecology, hematology... Her gaze shifted back and forth between the departments, and finally, her undecided thumb fell.

Registration fee.

Eight pieces.

Fang Qing put on a mask, pushed open the door, and got out of the car.

2th floor.

Area C.

Obstetrics and Gynecology.

Qinggege scanned the code at the check-in machine, then looked at the notice board on the wall showing her clinic. She found three people in line ahead of her, so she found a seat and sat down.

Holding her phone, perhaps feeling safer because her face was covered, she no longer instinctively restrained her emotions. Her exposed eyes watched the pregnant women coming and going, her former wisdom and tranquility vanished, and her pupils trembled incessantly.

This was her first time visiting the obstetrics department, but she could tell that it wasn't as lively as other departments. It seems that people these days really don't like having children anymore.

“It’s okay, baby knows. Daddy can’t take time off, it’s not that he doesn’t want to be with Mommy. Daddy can go to work with peace of mind.”

Fang Qing shifted her gaze.

A few seats away, I could see a pregnant woman on the right making a phone call. She was definitely talking to her husband on the other end. Even though she was alone, her face was filled with a happy smile as she stroked her balloon-sized belly. She looked incredibly sweet.

Similarly, Qinggege, who was also alone, did not feel any sense of loss. On the contrary, she was positively influenced and seemed to be infected by other people's happiness, and her anxious heart gradually calmed down.

Some people only complain, blame, and drag others into a deep abyss of suffering.

But some people choose to live towards the sun.

"Ding-dong... Fang Qing, number 16, please proceed to room 203."

Beneath her mask, Fang Qing slowly exhaled once more, stood up, and walked towards the clinic.

"Fang Qing?"

"Ah."

"what happened?"

The female doctor who saw Fang Qing was quite young, only in her thirties. She glanced at Fang Qing and then looked back at the computer screen.

"My period is three days late, and I'm feeling a bit unwell..."

"You suspect you're pregnant, right?"

The female doctor was quite direct. She typed a few words on the keyboard and then said, "Go get a blood test to check your progesterone levels. It's on the third floor, section A. Come back with the results."

That's how efficient it is.

Princess Qing didn't even have time to sit down.

Twenty minutes later.

When Qinggege appeared in the laboratory, she put down her sleeves, took the form, and continued looking for a seat.

According to the instructions on the form, the results will be printed on the reporting machine in 45 minutes.

In other words.

We still have to endure this for another forty-five minutes.

The laboratory was much busier than the obstetrics department. The rest area was completely full, so Fang Qing had to walk out of the laboratory and find an empty seat in the corridor.

After slowly sitting down, Fang Qing unconsciously pulled down her mask to make her breathing less heavy, her gaze unfocused on a single point, her mind blank.

Could it be.

Is it really that amazing?
The country's birth rate has reached a precipice. It's not just that people are unwilling to have children, but also that they are unable to. According to surveys, on average, three out of every ten couples are unable to conceive naturally and need to resort to external measures such as in vitro fertilization.

And she.

I just acted impulsively once.

Unconsciously.

Fang Qing recalled their last trip to Jiangcheng. They not only went to a concert, but also visited a temple.

She remembered the one-eyebrowed monk she had met at the temple.

I remembered the fortune slip I got that cost 100 yuan.

If you ask about marriage,

This divination slip signifies a match made in heaven.

This is the best possible divination result.

Who says monks are all swindlers and good-for-nothings?
Given the world's highest birth rate, getting pregnant on the first try is nothing short of a stroke of luck.

A blush suddenly appeared on Fang Qing's cheeks, contrasting with the white walls of the hospital, like a winter plum blossom blooming in the cold winter.

"Miss Fang?"

A surprised exclamation rang out.

Fang Qing looked up and saw a couple. She didn't recognize the woman, but she knew the man, who was in his early forties.

"Director Miao."

She stood up politely.

"I didn't expect to run into Miss Fang here. When I walked over, I thought I had mistaken her for someone else..."

As the deputy director of the Shacheng City Public Security Bureau, he was undoubtedly a big shot in Shacheng, but Director Miao's attitude was quite polite, even respectful.

"My wife."

He introduced Fang Qing.

"Hello."

"Hello, Miss Fang."

The two exchanged pleasantries.

"Miss Fang, are you... sick?"

"No, I came with a friend."

Fang Qing explained with a smile, not revealing any flaws. An ordinary person would definitely not have this kind of mental fortitude.

Director Miao nodded and said with a smile, "My wife is pregnant, and I'm here to accompany her to her prenatal checkup today."

"is it?"

Fang Qing's gaze fell on the other person's flat stomach.

The bureau chief's wife explained, "It's only been two months, she's not showing yet."

"Every time I come, I have to have my blood drawn, sigh." Director Miao looked helpless.

"Is this your second child?"

"Yes, isn't this in response to the national call?"

Director Miao smiled broadly.

"Congratulations."

"Thank you, Ms. Fang."

Director Miao looked towards the laboratory and said, "Then let's go get tested first."

"Yes, there are a lot of people inside, so we really need to hurry."

Fang Qing joked.

Both sides said goodbye.

"She is……"

As Director Miao's wife walked towards the laboratory with her husband, she asked in a low voice,

"The reason why the sky in Shacheng changed is because of other people."

Director Miao, who personally accompanied his wife to her prenatal checkup and did not seek special privileges, suppressed his smile.

"what?"

Mrs. Miao was surprised, and immediately understood why her husband had such an attitude.

"So, you still have to be upright and honest, otherwise why would your man accompany you to the checkup?"

"Luckily you didn't have the Zhou family's boat."

Mrs. Miao was still shaken.

Director Miao, who was dressed casually and indistinguishable from ordinary people, sighed with a smile, "I thought I would never get ahead in this life, but I never expected that such a big tree would collapse so easily."

"There are people outside the world, and there is a sky outside the world."

"That's what Madam Miao said."

Director Miao nodded unconsciously.

"She's with her friend, why is she sitting outside?"

Mrs. Miao was curious.

"She's lying."

"what?"

Mrs. Miao looked at her husband, who had worked his way up from the bottom, with surprise, and asked, "Why?"

"I don't know. Anyway, it has nothing to do with us."

With his keen eyesight, Director Miao walked into the laboratory and frowned slightly at the bustling scene before letting out a sigh.

"Let's get in line."

Going to the doctor felt like being a thief.

Not only did she have to keep it a secret from her parents and avoid acquaintances, but she also had to endure psychological torment. Heaven knows how hard Fang Qing's life was.

Even so, she had no idea how to find an air pump. Unable to sit in the aisle, she went downstairs and walked around outside the hospital. When it was almost time, she returned and was still very careful when printing the report in front of the printer.

Fortunately, Director Miao and his wife did not show up.

"laugh--"

The report was slowly printed out.

no doubt.

This piece of paper held more weight for her than a college admission notice.

Fang Qing, who had already put her mask back on, took out the still-warm paper, and without lingering, quickly went downstairs, took the escalator, and even after reaching the second floor, she didn't stop. She circled around halfway, stepped onto the escalator, and continued down.

Are you worried about running into Director Miao and his wife when you go back to the maternity ward?
It's possible.

After all, she came here for a proper prenatal checkup.

Ignoring the doctor's instructions, Fang Qing took the test report but did not go for a consultation. Instead, she hurriedly walked out of the outpatient building and went to the parking lot.

"boom."

The car door opened and closed.

Fang Qing sat in the driver's seat, in a completely private space where she would not be disturbed, before picking up the report that she had not yet had a chance to look at.

Her movements were incredibly slow, as if a thin sheet of paper carried a thousand pounds of weight.

There's no need for a follow-up visit.

Some simple problems can be understood by oneself without needing to trouble a doctor.

My heart involuntarily jumped up again.

The report was filled with dense data, and Fang Qing skimmed through it, searching for two words among the ant-like characters.

That's right.

It's just these two words.

"Progesterone!"

Progesterone: 20.

The indicators shown later are very stable.

Ok.

For most pregnant women, this indicator is usually in the hundreds or thousands.

Women who are not pregnant.

The indicator is... 0.

In early pregnancy, that is, shortly after conception, progesterone levels typically fluctuate in the double digits.

This is what she learned from the AI ​​last night when she couldn't sleep, and it really came in handy today.

Fang Qing's pupils dilated as she stared blankly at the report, utterly dumbfounded.

AI technology is indeed far from mature, and it may even make up answers to some questions, but it won't make up answers to common sense.

If you go further down, you can see the conclusions provided by the test.

Two words.

pregnancy.

In medicine, it refers to the process of embryonic and fetal growth and development in the mother's body.

In layman's terms, it means "pregnant".

A tsunami raged in Fang Qing's mind. Even with a night to prepare, she was still completely overwhelmed when the results were revealed.

She was the first person to appear beside someone.

later.

But one person after another cut in line.

As a legal professional, she didn't actually believe in fairness at all, but at this moment she inexplicably felt a strange sense of fairness.

Could it be that fate still operates on a first-come, first-served basis?
The Maserati lingered for a long time, even longer than when it arrived… (End of Chapter)