After being separated from my family, I became a darling of the military region thanks to my medical

Ye Cheng started talking about things in the village, and he gradually opened up.

"A few days ago, in order to welcome the county inspection team, Old Wang used a loudspeaker to shout every day, and the ears of the whole village, young and old, were hurt by his shouting."

Gu Zheng picked up a piece of shredded potato with his chopsticks.

"What did he shout?"

Ye Cheng imitated Wang Laocai's tone.

"Attention everyone, attention everyone! Anyone who piles firewood in front of their house will have work points deducted. Anyone whose pig runs out will have work points deducted. Anyone whose child goes into the river naked to catch fish will have work points deducted."

Ye Zhen held the bowl, a slight smile curving her lips.

"Can his throat handle it?"

Ye Chengle.

"He couldn't take it. He lost his voice on the third day. He tried to open his mouth with a megaphone but couldn't make a sound. He was so anxious that he kept slapping his thigh."

Gu Zheng smiled.

"That's like him."

Ye Cheng added.

"Uncle Gen also caused a scene. His grandson stole his pipe to use as a stick to hit the dog. In the end, he missed the dog but knocked over half a basket of dried radishes that Aunt Wang was drying."

Ye Zhen asked.

"Uncle Gen isn't in a hurry?"

"I got so anxious that I chased after my grandson for half the village, until my legs gave way and I had to sit down on the bridge to catch my breath."

Gu Zheng asked.

"And what about the tobacco pipe?"

Ye Cheng laughed so hard his shoulders shook.

"It broke in two. Uncle Gen sat on the doorstep with the two pieces of the pipe in his arms and cursed for half an afternoon, saying that it was his old partner who had been with him for twenty years."

Ye Zhen served Ye Cheng a bowl of egg drop soup.

"Drink the soup."

Ye Cheng took it.

"Don't just eat for me, you eat too."

Gu Zheng took the soup spoon and ladled a bowl for Ye Zhen.

"She has me."

Ye Cheng lowered his head and drank his soup, pretending not to hear.

Ye Zhen glanced at Gu Zheng.

"Eat your food."

Gu Zheng obediently ate his rice.

Ye Cheng continued.

"Lianxin Bridge is very lively now. People going to the market, visiting relatives, and delivering grain all use that bridge."

"Uncle Zhao Dahai goes to the bridgehead every morning and stands there for a while. Whenever someone crosses the bridge from Dahe Village, he tells them, 'This bridge was built by my son-in-law and his team.'"

Ye Zhen asked, "Where's Xiuxiu?"

Ye Cheng's hand was a beat too slow in picking up the food.

"She's fine."

Gu Zheng looked up.

"Why didn't you come along?"

Ye Cheng brought the bowl to his lips, slurping his words.

"She's not feeling well and can't take long-distance bus rides."

Ye Zhen's chopsticks stopped at the edge of the bowl.

"What's wrong?"

Ye Cheng lowered his head and ate his rice.

"I'm not feeling well."

Gu Zheng put down his chopsticks, propped his arms on the table, and looked at Ye Cheng sideways.

"Brother, you should at least give me an explanation for where you're feeling unwell."

Ye Cheng had food stuffed in his mouth, his cheeks bulging, and he couldn't swallow for a long time.

Ye Zhen pushed the soup bowl towards him.

"Don't choke."

Ye Cheng picked up the glass and took a big gulp, his ears turning red.

Gu Zheng squinted, his gaze sweeping from Ye Cheng's reddened ears to the chopsticks he was gripping tightly.

"Big brother."

Ye Cheng ignored him.

"Um?"

Gu Zheng asked slowly.

"Am I going to be an uncle?"

Ye Cheng's chopsticks fell onto the table, hitting a small dish, and half a dish of vinegar dripped down the table.

He frantically tried to steady the plate.

"No, no, it wasn't me. Why did you spill the vinegar?"

Gu Zheng laughed and leaned back.

"Alright, no need to review it anymore."

Ye Zhen grabbed a rag and pressed it against the vinegar water on the table.

She looked up at Ye Cheng.

"How many months?"

Ye Cheng's face turned red from the base of his neck to the tips of his ears.

"Less than two months."

Gu Zheng slapped his thigh.

"I knew it."

Ye Zhen looked at Ye Cheng.

"You saw a doctor at the health center?"

Ye Cheng nodded.

Ye Zhen asked, "Have you stopped menstruating?"

Ye Cheng blushed even more when he heard those two words.

"Stop, stop."

Gu Zheng poured him water, his shoulders shaking with laughter.

"Big brother, what's there to be embarrassed about telling your own sister this?"

Ye Zhen looked at Gu Zheng.

"Shut up."

Gu Zheng immediately picked up the bowl and drank the soup.

Ye Zhen took a piece of paper and then took out a pen from the coffee table drawer.

"Is she really that disgusting?"

Ye Cheng immediately forgot all about feeling embarrassed.

"Amazing, he throws up everything he eats."

"From when?"

"At the end of last month, I first couldn't stand the smell of oil, and then I vomited after eating it."

"Do you vomit more in the morning or at night?"

"Mostly in the morning."

"Is it clear water, acidic fluid, or something you ingested?"

Ye Cheng thought for a moment.

"In the morning, it's mostly clear water, sometimes yellowish and bitter. If I smell oil after eating, I can also vomit up the food."

Ye Zhen's hand never stopped writing.

How much weight have you lost?

Ye Cheng was stunned.

"This doesn't have a scale."

Ye Zhen looked up.

"How's your complexion?"

Ye Cheng quickly replied.

"He looks a bit yellow, and he seems listless."

"Are you feeling dizzy?"

"I mentioned feeling dizzy."

"Are you feeling anxious?"

"I didn't ask that."

"Do you have any abdominal pain?"

"No, she said her stomach doesn't hurt."

"Is there any bleeding?"

Upon hearing this, Ye Cheng's blush faded somewhat.

No, we don't have that.

Ye Zhen continued writing.

"Is the urine output low?"

Ye Cheng was stunned.

"What?"

Gu Zheng kindly translated from the side.

"It means going to the outhouse several times a day."

Ye Cheng nodded quickly.

"Oh, this is a bit little. Xiuxiu said she feels nauseous even when she drinks water."

Ye Zhen's brows furrowed slightly.

"We can't drag this out."

Ye Cheng immediately tensed up.

"Zhenzhen, is it serious?"

Ye Zhen said, "Morning sickness is common in early pregnancy, but if you vomit to the point that it's difficult to even drink water, you should be careful about dehydration and electrolyte imbalance."

Ye Cheng didn't understand the second half of the sentence, but he did understand to pay attention.

"What should we do then? Should I go back and take her to the county hospital?"

Gu Zheng interjected, "Is it possible for your sister-in-law to get a ride now?"

Ye Cheng shook his head.

"Long-distance buses probably won't work."

Ye Zhen wrote a few lines on the paper and asked.

What can she eat in a day?

Ye Cheng counted on his fingers.

"I can drink a couple of sips of millet porridge, and eat a little pickled radish, but I can't eat steamed buns, and I definitely can't eat meat."

Gu Zheng asked.

"Where are the eggs?"

"I feel like throwing up just from the smell."

After Ye Zhen finished writing down one item, she asked another question.

Who takes care of her at home?

"My mother and Aunt Zhao come over from time to time."

"And you?"

Ye Cheng lowered his head.

"I'm at the venue during the day and go home at night."

Ye Zhen glanced up, then lowered her head and continued writing.

"Give her half a bowl of warm water first thing in the morning, don't force it all at once, give it to her in three or four portions."

"Make the porridge a little thinner and add a pinch of salt."

"She wants to eat sour things, so you can give her pickled radishes and pickled green beans, but you can't let her eat too much on an empty stomach."

"Don't force her to eat the meat yet; if she can't stand the smell, move away from her."

"Don't fry the eggs, try steaming them first, and add some chopped green onions to remove the odor."

Ye Cheng listened intently, forgetting all about his food.

"I can't remember."

Ye Zhen said.

I'm writing this to you.

Gu Zheng picked up the dish of vinegar that had been straightened, looked at the wet stain on the table, and said with a smile.

"That half-dish of vinegar was well worth the trouble."

Ye Cheng glared at him.

"You're still laughing."

Gu Zheng said, "Brother, this is a joyous occasion. Should I cry instead of smiling?"

Ye Cheng's lips moved, and a simple, honest smile appeared on his face.

"I'm happy too."

He looked down at the table, his fingers tracing the rim of the bowl.

"I just don't know how to say it."

Gu Zheng smiled.

"You're about to become a father, aren't you embarrassed?"

Upon hearing the words "become a father," Ye Cheng instantly tensed up.

He looked down at his hands, the hands that had been used to swing a sledgehammer to smash rocks for years. His palms were as rough as sandpaper, and there was still white stone powder stuck between his fingers.

He rubbed his hands together, his voice a little unsteady: "Brother-in-law, I'm not sure, I'm a little scared."

Gu Zheng's playful expression vanished: "What are you afraid of?"

Ye Cheng lowered his voice: "I'm afraid that my clumsy hands won't be able to take good care of her, and I'm also afraid that the baby won't be okay."

Ye Zhen put down the fountain pen in her hand.

"That's probably a good thing. It means you've taken this as a responsibility and know it's not a small matter."

Ye Cheng looked up at her, his eyes pleading, "Zhenzhen, do you think I can be a good father?"