Recueil des beaux hommes du monde des arts martiaux

Chapitre 76

“Isn’t that strange?” Fan Bing interrupted the doctor.

"Actually..." the doctor began again.

“I knew it was strange!” Fan Bing interrupted again.

The onlookers' faces twitched, the doctor was quite embarrassed, and even the scholar couldn't stand it anymore, "Shouheng, let the doctor finish speaking!"

The doctor wiped his sweat again and said, "This pulse..." He paused like a startled bird, glanced warily at Fan Bing, and only continued after making sure he didn't interrupt, "This pulse is smooth..."

"The pulse was smooth and without any stagnation, like pearls rolling on a plate, with a swirling and advancing sensation as it came and went, which was truly strange."

This really had nothing to do with Fan Bing; it was the scholar who interrupted. Everyone silently looked at him.

Even a clay statue has some fire in it. The old doctor rolled up his sleeves and said, "Are you kidding me? You've already diagnosed the pulse, what use is I to you!"

"It's precisely because this pulse is so strange—slippery and throbbing—that we came to you, doctor!" the scholar Fan Bing said in unison.

"You—" The old doctor jumped up and down, almost unable to catch his breath.

But then a voice came from behind: "She can skate and jump, could it be that she's pregnant?"

"Oh my, finally someone who understands has arrived!" The old doctor was overjoyed, almost bursting into tears. He turned around to grab the speaker's hand and call out to his loved one, but was quickly knocked away by two figures. Fortunately, he was caught by several heroes. Upon closer inspection, he realized that the person who had spoken was the one who had been unconscious.

"My wife!" "Master!"

The two scholars, Fan Bing and Fan Qingbo, rushed forward in a frenzy, only to be slapped away by Fan Qingbo with a single palm strike each. "Get out of my way!"

She propped herself up to sit up, leaned out and called out repeatedly, "Doctor, which one of you is the doctor?"

The old doctor hid behind the crowd, refusing to go near the two men no matter what.

Fan Qingbo, still half-asleep, had overheard the gist of his two idiots' behavior. Seeing this, he could only sigh and say, "Scholars, you're having an episode. Be good, can you go out first?"

"But..." These two people had been living in fear for so long and finally she woke up. How could they just leave like this?

Fan Qingbo frowned, revealing a pained expression, and weakly said, "Oh dear, I'm so dizzy. Martial arts practitioners have too much yang energy, I can't handle it. Quickly, take all these martial arts practitioners out of here..."

"Alright, my wife, you wait here, I'll chase them all away right away!"

The scholar Fan Bing and his companion obeyed and left. The moment they stepped out of the room, Fan Qingbo's expression turned serious. He shouted at the doctor, who was huddled to the side, still shaken, "Doctor! Close the door! Don't let them in!"

The doctor was stunned for a moment before he realized what was happening, and then rushed over with a speed, strength and agility completely out of character for his age to bolt the door shut.

Outside the door, the scholar, having just chased everyone away, suddenly remembered something and froze. "Shouheng, did you hear anything just now?"

Fan Bing froze, “It looks like something…”

The two of them simultaneously cast hesitant, questioning glances at each other.

The scholar looked grave. "Conservation, ah, I myself am fine, but it seems many people say that what I think is different from normal people. Do you think this pregnancy pulse is the same one I feel in my mind?"

Fan Bing also looked solemn. "First of all, regarding your first sentence, I want to solemnly declare that it's not 'seems,' it's 'the truth.' Secondly, regarding your second sentence, I want to say that although I don't know what you mean by 'pregnancy pulse,' as far as I know, there's only one explanation for pregnancy pulse."

The two fell silent. At that moment, the autumn wind began to blow, swirling withered leaves that slid down their sleeves, adding to the desolate atmosphere.

After an unknown amount of time, when the old doctor came out of the house, he saw that the two were still frozen in place. Although the old doctor was somewhat annoyed by their erratic behavior, he still kept a distance and, with a high degree of professional ethics, said, "Congratulations."

After saying that, he ran off again at a speed completely out of character for his age.

The scholar and Fan Bing then snapped out of their daze, exchanged a glance, and finally burst into a deafening cheer. "I'm going to be a father!" "I'm going to have a little master!" Overwhelmed by their belated joy, the two of them held hands and jumped and danced wildly, almost crying with joy, and even circled the courtyard again and again.

This time, the courtyard was quite lively, and it was Xiao Se, the woman leaning against the door with her back in pain, who was now in a state of desolation.

Fan Qingbo touched her still-not-so-obvious belly and sighed, "My child, my poor child, your mother has suffered so much. I'm pregnant and nobody cares about me. Your father and your uncle who's having an episode are about to come out as gay, and all I have left is you. You must be filial to me in the future..."

Though she spoke with a mournful tone, her face betrayed an undeniable sense of satisfaction and happiness.

At this moment, for the first time, she felt no complaints or criticisms towards the judge of the underworld, only deep gratitude.

Not a moment too early, not a moment too late, but precisely at that exact moment, she was reborn, and only then did she have this destiny—to meet Fan Bing, to meet the scholar, and to meet the life within her womb. How fortunate she was! How could she not be grateful to Heaven? How could she not worship fate?

With those two seemingly utterly foolish people in the courtyard, plus the unborn child whose gender was still unknown in her womb, she had everything that mattered most in her life; everything was complete. This was her home, the peace and happiness she had always wanted in this life. No matter what court intrigues, Xie Yiren's life or death, the weapons tournament, or the Miao girls, none of them could possibly disrupt her in the slightest.

Fan Qingbo straightened his back, raised his waist, looked at the sky outside the wall, and felt boundless courage for the future.

A woman can become more womanly for her family, or she can become less womanly.

Wiping away the tears that had unknowingly seeped from the corners of her eyes, her expression softened again. Her eyes flashed, and she leaned against the door, letting out a soft "Ouch!" The sound wasn't loud, but it was enough for the two guys in the yard to hear. Sure enough—

"My wife, my wife, please don't move! Let me come and help you!"

"Master, you can't be exposed to the wind! Wait, I'll go get the cloak!"

As Fan Bing ran to get the cloak, Fan Qingbo fell into the scholar's arms. Feeling his careful movements, which made his hands tremble, she felt both amused and sweet. Unconsciously, she tied a knot in his satin-like hair and said reproachfully, "Don't you have anything to say?"

"have!"

"Speak," Fan Qingbo said, her voice growing softer and softer.

The scholar pushed her away slightly so he could look directly at her face and asked nervously, "So you really aren't poisoned?"

"Huh???" So he just walked around the yard with Fan Bing for ages and came to this conclusion?!

The scholar, glared at by Fan Qingbo, felt even more nervous as the hair he was holding in her hand was tugged several times. His palms began to sweat, his eyes started to dart around, and his face turned bright red. Finally, he steeled himself, closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and shouted, "Since it's not a case of being poisoned and losing my mind, then what you said before about loving, loving, loving your husband, I mean it! Don't, don't even think about going back on your word!"

"Pfft." Fan Qingbo's anger turned into laughter. She couldn't help but stand on tiptoe and peck at his lips, which were almost marked with teeth. When he opened his eyes in a panic, she said, "You're welcome to take it seriously. I won't go back on my word."

The scholar had no hope whatsoever; he only wanted to act shamelessly, like he had insisted on taking responsibility before marriage, and just take it seriously. Who knew that Fan Qingbo would admit it without hesitation?