MTL - Everyone Pampers the Small Blessing Who Has a Spatial Pocket!-Chapter 700 Xiao Zhang is pregnant

  Chapter 700 Xiao Zhang is pregnant

But on this side, Mrs. Zhang just fell asleep that night, and suddenly woke up from a nightmare, but dreamed that Wang Wulang was sobbing and crying, and the person was gone. There was only a wandering soul, and said pitifully: "Mother, mother, my son died outside!"

   "Goro!" Xiao Zhang immediately sat up, shaking her whole body, and then, she suddenly felt itchy throat, and couldn't help retching.

   With a "wow", he spat into Wang Chuanyuan's neck.

   Wang Chuanyuan stopped snoring and woke up.

  "Sanggong, sanggong." Little Zhang wanted to cry in Wang Chuanyuan's arms, but when she saw the filth on his body, she turned her back in disgust and cried on the quilt.

   Crying and crying, and vomited again "wow".

  Wang Chuanyuan was holding his breath deeply. Seeing his wife suffering so much, he hurriedly got up, took off his dirty clothes, and wiped them with a pillow cloth indiscriminately.

Then hugged Mrs. Zhang to the soft bed beside her, opened the cabinet and took out a new cotton quilt cover, covered Mrs. Zhang, and said, "Wait, I will ask Yingqin to pour hot water for you. I know if the doctor is still open, I'll go and see."

Both Yingqin and Yingzhong were sent by Ayu to the couple. Yingqin used to be the cook of the palace, and Yingzhong and her were siblings. They were worried that they would be used as mules when they went to the countryside, so they lost it for nothing. Unexpectedly, the couple are not accustomed to handling others, and they are more at ease than before.

   Yingqin is only responsible for the couple's food on weekdays, and besides, he just follows Xiao Zhang and waits for her summons.

  At this moment, she heard movement in another room, and got up quickly, just as she saw Wang Chuanyuan running out barefoot.

   "Master, what's the matter?"

"You go to the house to take care of Madam. I'll ask the doctor. I'll come back as soon as I go." Seeing Yingqin coming out, Wang Chuanyuan paused, turned to the outside of the yard, and said, "Go to the kitchen to see if there is any hot soup. It’s okay if there’s no hot water, bring some for Madam.”

"Hey, I got it." Yingqin responded, and hurriedly called again, "Master, I'll let Yingzhong call for a doctor, it's October now, if you go out like this, Madam will have to worry. "

   "It's okay."

   "Sir, your shoes!"

  Before the words were finished, Wang Chuanyuan and his colleagues disappeared.

  There is no curfew in Nanhe Town. At night, every family that has the conditions will light at least two lanterns at the door. Occasionally, there will be two night market stalls on the street.

  Wang Chuanyuan had just walked to the street corner when he saw two people sitting in front of a stall selling roasted flavors. He didn't care to look any further and ran towards the doctor's house.

  Unfortunately, he went to two families one after another, saying that the doctor had gone to the village for a visit. There was only one doctor left, who had contracted typhoid fever himself, and was afraid of contagion, so he refused to open the door desperately.

  Wang Chuanyuan was so anxious that his mouth was foaming, and he never felt the cold under his feet.

   "Are you the owner of Wang's Restaurant?" A friendly voice sounded.

  Wang Chuanyuan turned his head and saw a customer in front of the grilled flavor stand, dressed very elegantly.

"You are?"

   "My servant, Yang Qisheng, was able to sit in the Accord of the Wang Family Restaurant today thanks to his host's cut-off. The decoration of your restaurant is friendly and the cuisine is rich, and I really enjoyed it." Yang Qisheng saluted.

  Wang Chuanyuan hurriedly returned the gift, only said "Thank you very much", and then ran away again.

  Yang Qisheng said: "Boss Wang, if I'm not wrong, you must be looking for a doctor, right? I'm not talented, I have studied with a doctor for several years, and I can see a thing or two about ordinary illnesses—"

   Before he could speak, Yang Qisheng's arms were bound.

  Wang Chuanyuan dragged him and ran forward: "Doctor Yang, I'm sorry!"

  Yang Qisheng felt his arm was about to dislocate: "..."

A quarter of an hour later, Yang Qisheng walked out of the room where the smell had not completely dissipated, rubbed his sore arm, turned his head and said to the nervous Wang Chuanyuan: "Master, don't worry, madam is fine, it's just that there is good news for more than a month. , that’s why, when it reaches the gestational age of four months, it will be gone as soon as there are signs.”

  Wang Chuanyuan was dumbfounded: "Huh?"

   It shouldn't be, every time he...but he drank Bizi Tang in advance, how could he still do it?

  (end of this chapter)