The Fallen Medicine Woman: The Daily Life of Chun Nuan-Chapter 338 - 202:

"A scholar?"

"No way, those bookworms seem so dull," Qiu Yan said. "Even talking to them for three sentences is exhausting."

Qiu Yan meant that she didn’t read much and couldn’t communicate with scholars.

"Sister Yu, I’m really curious, how could someone like Nuannuan willingly marry the son of a doctor from a remote town?"

Qiu Yan had been curious ever since she received Chun Nuan’s letter about her impending marriage.

Unable to ask directly in a letter, she sought the answer from Xiao Chunyu.

To see what was so special about that person that caught Nuannuan’s interest.

Perhaps she could learn something from his traits.

"Nuannuan wrote that when the Xiao family arrived in Shu City, they faced difficulties. It was this young man who helped them multiple times, offering assistance. They had many interactions and came to know his good family values and simple background. Just as he intended to propose, Nuannuan was in mourning for three years, and he agreed to wait, leading to the engagement."

"So, Nuannuan’s betrothed is someone who values loyalty and righteousness."

Another hero saving a beauty story, where the beauty gives her heart to the hero.

Qiu Yan thought to herself that she couldn’t replicate this even if she tried.

After chatting with Chunyu for a while, Xiao Chunyu started yawning repeatedly.

Qiu Yan understood the situation and knew it was time to take her leave, considering Xiao Chunyu’s tiredness.

"Sister Yu, please rest well. I’m taking my leave now."

"Alright, Jian Lan, please see Miss Qiu out for me."

"This way, Miss Qiu."

"Thank you."

After Qiu Yan left, Chunyu returned to her room to rest.

"This body is truly getting heavier and more fatigued; we only chatted for a short while and I couldn’t sit still."

"It’s like this as the months progress," Nanny Zhou said. "Madam, Miss Qiu is so particular, in my opinion, she has someone in her heart."

"No way, if she had someone in her heart, why hasn’t Mrs. Qiu found out?"

Could it be true that she likes a poor boy?

Xiao Chunyu thought about the stories she’d been telling her, hoping they wouldn’t have the opposite effect.

"Perhaps the person she has in mind doesn’t match in terms of background or status," Nanny Zhou reasoned. "Miss, look, if there was no one in her heart, why wouldn’t she even consider the sons from high-status families?"

Indeed, there was a time when the doorstep of the Qiu Mansion was nearly worn out by matchmakers introducing various prospects, even suggesting becoming a second wife.

Initially, Mrs. Qiu refused, but later, she even accepted the idea of being a second wife.

In her view, since Qiu Yan was eighteen, not marrying soon would make her an old maid. She was anxious, thinking that a young, widowed gentleman from a good family would be suitable.

"A girl’s prime is just a few years," Nanny Zhou said. "Once she’s past twenty, the only path left really is to be a second wife."

"Oh, this girl, does she plan to mess up such a good hand?" Xiao Chunyu said. "Later, I’ll have Nuannuan ask her to see if she can help."

Qiu Yan was unaware of how much worry her marriage was causing both families.

Xiao Chunyu thought about it for a while, then fell asleep out of fatigue.

When she woke up, it was time for lunch.

"Madam, the old lady sent word that the wet nurse and midwife have arrived; she wants you to go take a look."

"Alright, let’s go and see."

Seeing the midwife made Xiao Chunyu very happy.

"Auntie, it’s you!"

"It’s me, madam, you are truly blessed. Just by looking at your belly I can tell it’s a son—a perfect set with both a son and a daughter."

"Thanks to Auntie’s good fortune, as long as everything goes smoothly, I’m content."

"It will definitely go well," the midwife assured her. "Back then, I used the method taught by your second young lady to help you smoothly give birth to a daughter. After that, I tried it with a few others in similar situations and it all went very smoothly."

"It’s Auntie’s expertise that was outstanding."

The old lady felt at ease seeing that the midwife was a familiar face to Xiao Chunyu.

As for choosing a wet nurse, Xiao Chunyu left it to the old lady.

"Should we keep both wet nurses?" the old lady asked Chunyu.

"No, no, keeping one is enough."

One monk fetches water for himself, two monks carry water together, but three monks have no water at all.

In some cases, more is not necessarily better.

With the midwife and wet nurse in place, Xiao Chunyu remembered Panpan’s words, thinking the baby might come earlier.

Yet, what Xiao Chunyu didn’t expect was how much earlier it would actually be.

That night, Xiao Chunyu began to feel stomach pains.