Even if she is pregnant, she can only...
Gu Qingxin doesn't dare to think of those two words. Just the thought of it makes her hurt to the point where she can't breathe. Heaven, do you still think I haven't suffered enough? How many more blows do you want to inflict upon me?!
...
Beiming Han called Bai Jingqing to have him examine Gu Qingxin.
Gu Qingxin sat nervously on the sofa, her whole demeanor incredibly uneasy, like she had lost her mind, jumping at any sound.
Aunt Zhou looked worried, and Beiming Han felt distressed too. He wanted to hug her, but as soon as he moved, she would look at him warily, as if he were a dangerous virus.
When Bai Jingqing arrived, he took Gu Qingxin's pulse. Although he wasn't skilled in traditional Chinese medicine, he knew a bit about pulse-taking.
Because the situation was urgent, he could only check her pulse for now.
One minute, two minutes, three minutes...
