80s Military Accompanying: The Heirless Tycoon Pampers His Pregnant Wife

"Commander Ye, you don't believe my diagnosis?" The smile in Ouyang Rong's voice vanished.

He said very solemnly, "You suffered a sharp puncture wound in that area. Because you didn't receive timely treatment, your vas deferens was severed, preventing sperm from entering the semen. It's like a factory manufacturing products but being unable to ship them out. Do you understand?"

He said the same thing two years ago.

Two years ago, during a joint operation to crack down on smuggling across borders, Ye Zhengting led his team to raid the smugglers' hideout. However, the smugglers turned out to be extremely vicious and launched a fierce resistance against them.

Following the principle of "capture the thief first to capture the king," Ye Zhengting relentlessly pursued their leader, and during the ensuing struggle, the two fell off a cliff together.

The smuggling ringleader had suffered a head injury, but it didn't flare up immediately and he could still move. Ye Zhengting, on the other hand, lay on the ground, unsure of the location or severity of his injury.

The man was ruthless. To prevent Ye Zhengting from being saved, he crawled over and delivered the final blow, deliberately stabbing him in the groin. As he stabbed, he grinned and shouted, "I'll make sure you're childless!"

With one stab, Ye Zhengting fainted on the spot, and the wound on the back of his head also took his life at that moment, and he died next to Ye Zhengting.

After that, Ye Zhengting often had nightmares, always dreaming that he couldn't consummate his marriage with his bride on their wedding night.

This matter tormented him like a demon, causing him to deliberately keep his distance from women and become increasingly cold.

He had intended to live a solitary life, dedicating himself entirely to the military and training more outstanding soldiers for the country, until the disheveled Shen Fenghe stumbled into his arms, reigniting his passion...

"Dr. Ouyang."

Putting aside his memories, Ye Zhengting spoke again, his voice slightly hoarse, "Are there surgeries abroad that can restore unobstructed flow?"

Ouyang Rong said, "As far as I know, it can be repaired using microsurgical techniques, but the success rate is very low. Moreover, your fracture at the time was accompanied by severe tissue loss, so it cannot be repaired in one surgery. It would require staged surgery or assisted reproductive technology. In short, it's very troublesome."

"If you urgently need repair, I can help you contact hospitals overseas."

"No need, just continue to keep this secret for me. Thank you, Dr. Ouyang," Ye Zhengting said in a deep voice.

"call……"

He put down the receiver, let out a deep breath, and gazed absently at the sunset outside the window.

"Shen Fenghe sounded very certain on the phone, insisting the child wasn't Li Qingshou's and that it was mine... Ha!"

"She really is a student of traditional Chinese medicine; she doesn't understand Western medicine's diagnosis of infertility."

boom--

A clap of thunder startled Zhu Jing awake. "Who's swearing an oath to heaven?"

"Pfft!" Shen Fenghe was amused by her action and simply sat up as well, since she was having insomnia anyway.

"Uh... Sister-in-law, did I wake you up?" Zhu Jing scratched her cheek sheepishly.

Shen Fenghe shook her head. "I couldn't sleep anyway. It's too hot tonight. I wonder if it will pour rain."

"I hope it doesn't rain heavily, otherwise my brother will be busy again." Zhu Jing looked out through the curtains and listened carefully to see if there was any rain.

Shen Fenghe stepped over her and got out of bed, pulled back the curtains and the screen window, and stretched out her right hand. "It didn't rain, it just felt like a muffled rumble of thunder."

"Then someone must be swearing an oath to heaven." Zhu Jing nodded seriously.

Shen Fenghe closed the screen window and drew the curtains. Suddenly feeling sleepy, she yawned and casually said, "What if someone is causing trouble? They'll get struck by lightning just the same way."

Three days later, a dejected Li Qingshou was picked up by Li Gang in his car, leaving behind more than a dozen bags of rice and flour. Zhu Jing watched the pickup truck disappear from sight before returning to the art troupe with a heavy heart.

"Piggy! Where have you been? I've finally caught you!"

Halfway there, she was suddenly grabbed by the arm by a scurrying ground squirrel. Before she could figure out what was happening, it pulled her behind a grove of trees.

"Are you catching a pig?"

Zhu Jing shook off Wang He's hand, glanced at his military cap tilted to the side, and said reproachfully, "Did you just crawl out of the rice bin?"

Wang He straightened his military cap and handed her the crumpled newspaper he was holding.

Zhu Jing didn't take it. "I seriously suspect that you used this newspaper to wipe your butt."

Wang He shoved the newspaper into her hand, saying, "Take a look first."

"What are you looking at?" Zhu Jing carefully unfolded the newspaper using the index fingers and thumbs of both hands, only to find that it was not an internal publication of the military region, but the Sanjiang Life Daily.

"Has your submission been submitted to the newspaper?"

She looked carefully but couldn't find Wang He's name.

Wang He pointed to the newspaper, "Look at the 'True Feelings and Love Exist in the World' section in the bottom left corner."

Zhu Jing stared intently, "Six hundred years later, the story of rescuing a prostitute is still unfolding... A soldier rescues a beautiful girl forced into prostitution, creating a legendary tale... Did you write this?"

"Of course not!" Wang He shook his head vigorously, then asked her, "Does this story seem familiar?"

Zhu Jing pouted, "Guan Hanqing's 'Saving the Courtesan,' I even read the comic book version when I was a kid!"

Wang He extended his right index finger and poked at the words "Soldier Brother," then at the words "Beautiful Girl." "Do they look familiar?"

Zhu Jing's eyes turned cold. "My sister-in-law hasn't fallen into prostitution. Don't talk nonsense!"

"I didn't write it, don't glare at me!" Wang He spread his hands, looking very wronged.

He then composed himself and analyzed carefully: "If outsiders saw this article, they would at most think it's romantic. But if people in our military region saw it, especially those who are very familiar with your brother and sister-in-law, what do you think they would think?"