"If there is an issue with the child again, she fears she might not be able to endure it."
Xiao Xian had never seen Zhuo Feng lose her composure like this; Feng Xing's eyes reddened too. "Auntie, don't panic. If the hospital can't diagnose it clearly, let's go see Master Huang. He has very accurate pulse readings, and many people seek his consultancy."
Zhuo Feng, aware of her excessive reaction, choked and nodded.
Feng Xing nodded gratefully to Xiao Xian, draped a coat over Zhuo Feng's shoulders, and the three went together to "Plum Rice Ball."
Master Huang had met Zhuo Feng and her husband last time at Yanqing Farm. After listening to Feng Xing and reviewing the hospital's prenatal examination report, he took Zhuo Feng's pulse.
"It's not serious. The child can be saved. Were you not careful during early pregnancy and fell?" Huang Yaoshi, stroking his beard, asked in a calm and gentle manner, making Zhuo Feng subconsciously relax a bit.
