Chapter 1610 Imperial Doctor Zhang is a little dumbfounded

  Ten Fujin took the soup bowl, fiddled with the spoon, took two sips, raised his head and looked at Mu Jin, pitifully: "It's still a little uncomfortable, a little disgusting."

  Mu Jin only thought that she was in a hurry to drink. There were many people in this hall, the coal fire was heavy, and the air was somewhat poor, and it was normal to feel chest tightness and nausea, so she smiled and said, "I'll accompany you out to get some air."

   Shifu Jin couldn't help but nodded and smiled, "Okay, little sister-in-law accompany me!"

  Si Fujin saw that she was uncomfortable, and also said with concern: "Don't go too far, put on a cloak and go out carefully, and catch the cold carefully. If it's bad, don't hold on, and pass it on to the imperial physician to take a look."

  Ten Fujin nodded: "Thank you Fourth Sister-in-law!"

   Mu Jin helped Shifujin out of his seat. There are many people in this hall, but no one pays attention.

  Shu Shujue Luo Shi looked at him coldly and pouted his lips, unavoidably a little contemptuous in his heart.

In my heart, this Mu side Fu Jin is really willing to go out. In order to please and flatter Shi Fu Jin, he acts like a slave, like a slave. No wonder Shi Fu Jin is close to her - heh, it's too white to be served by a slave. Who wouldn't want to be close to her!

   Hypocrisy

   Mu Jin accompanied Shifujin out of the hall, and when the cold wind blew, Shifujin felt even more uncomfortable and wanted to vomit.

   Fortunately, there are spittoons in all occasions where the banquet is served, and someone quickly brought it over, and Shifujin vomited faintly.

   Mu Jin entered the side hall next to her to rest, and asked someone to give her warm tea to rinse her mouth, and then poured a bowl of hot tea, while she quietly sent the imperial doctor to come and take a pulse.

  Ten Fujin said repeatedly, "Okay, it feels good to vomit!" Mu Jin ignored her and insisted on calling an imperial doctor.

   Her careless temperament, how can she be reassured without seeing the imperial doctor?

   Banquets were held in the palace, and the imperial physicians were all arranged to be on duty in the nearby palaces, and it was soon spread.

   After carefully taking the pulse of Shifujin, the imperial physician surnamed Zhang immediately bowed and folded his hands and smiled: "Wei Chen congratulates Shifujin, Shifujin is overjoyed, you have been pregnant for more than a month!"

"what?"

"real!"

"Great!"

   Shifujin, Mu Jin, and Shifujin were all surprised and delighted.

Shifujin smiled, looking at Imperial Physician Zhang nervously and happily: "What? Am I really, pregnant? Is my fetus stable? I don't know for a while, and I don't know if I have done anything and shouldn't have done it. Yes, it doesn't matter, right? Oops, I-I just drank wine at the banquet, does it matter?"

   Imperial Physician Zhang: ""

   Imperial Doctor Zhang was a little dumbfounded.

   It's not his fault, he has never met such a shy pregnant woman, and he didn't react at once.

  Mu Jin quickly added: "I just drank pear blossom brew at the banquet. I vomited all of it just now, and I have vomited up when I think about it. Have you ever had a drink in the past two months?"

   Shifujin shook his head quickly.

   She asked the imperial doctor, and the imperial doctor said that if she wanted a child, it was best to abstain from alcohol during this period, both she and the tenth master. Today's New Year's Eve, the two agreed that they can drink a little this New Year's Eve, so she drank it.

Imperial Physician Zhang returned to his senses and said quickly: "Fu Jin, your pulse is stable and the fetus is fine, don't worry. As for the wine-making properties of Jiu Pear Flower, and you just vomited again, it's not a big deal. This month or two, you will have a good life and recuperate. A light diet and a moderate amount of supplements are enough.”

   Generally speaking, when the women in the prince's backyard are pregnant, the Taiyuan Hospital will send someone to follow the Ping'an pulse. There is no accident.

   (end of this chapter)