Молодой господин бесстыден - Глава 78
The first section: The food is in the kitchen—it's quite easy to understand.
Second panel: I'm going out—Young man, who taught you to do such a shameless thing as drawing yourself based on Gongye Bai's appearance?
Third panel: Take good care of yourself—wait! What's that thing slumped on the recliner in the picture? You're asking for it if you have a seizure!
Fourth panel: Playing the flute when needed—I'm speechless... because the only thing on the screen is a big "2"...
Tossing the two pieces of paper behind her, Fan Qingbo strode forward. What a joke! These two thought the other person would be home and went out. She was finally free, of course she wanted to resume a normal life. She wanted to go for a walk and stroll around, she wanted to visit her fifth sister's house to ask about her progress with Jin Yinchong, she wanted to go to Sister Chen's house to chat and tease Xiaotian… Of course, her immediate priority was to fill her stomach.
After finishing his meal, he went out feeling triumphant.
She went from house to house, but whether everyone was too busy or she was too idle, everyone she looked for was unavailable, and everyone she asked was unavailable. Now, her earlier casual remarks about emptiness, loneliness, and coldness seemed almost real. Walking down the street, clutching a jar full of snacks, Fan Qingbo belatedly remembered that the martial arts tournament had started. Everyone must be out there, fearless of death, watching the spectacle, right?
She was once again certain that her adventurous spirit had indeed been nearly exhausted in her previous life. The martial arts tournament, something she'd only ever seen in books, was happening right before her eyes, yet she felt little interest. Perhaps it was because she had come of age early, making her cherish herself even more. She figured it was best to stay as far away as possible from high-risk groups like the imperial court or the martial arts world; she had no grand ambitions and only wanted to cultivate her own small plot of land.
Teasing your husband or giving him a good scolding—aren't those things much more interesting than watching people fight and kill each other?
Speaking of which, where did her two little devils go? Hopefully, they're not getting involved in江湖 (jianghu, a term referring to the world of martial arts and chivalry) affairs. Hey, weren't these two always at odds? No matter what she said, they always looked down on scholars? When did they become so in sync? Is it really because of the baby? Hmph, she's definitely not as valuable as her child. Hmph, the legendary "a mother's status rises with her son's"...
Ahhhh, if she keeps doing nothing like this, she's going to fall into the melancholic, sentimental, and hopeless path of a pregnant woman...
Just as Fan Qingbo was idly starting to engage in a schizophrenic dialogue, a boy's anxious voice rang out from ahead.
"Madam Shu! Madam Shu!"
The sounds grew closer and closer.
She squinted, recognizing the boy who had run up to her as an apprentice at Huichun Medical Clinic. "You're looking for me?"
The boy, drenched in sweat and panting, said, "I've finally found you! Come with me to the clinic quickly, someone's going to die!"
Fan Qingbo was puzzled. "What good would it do me if someone died at the clinic? I don't know anything about medicine."
"No!" the boy said, pulling her along as he walked, waving his hands and shaking his head. Finally, he caught his breath and managed to utter a complete sentence, "You don't need to know medicine, just take the scholar and Little Fan away!"
Fan Qingbo's face paled, and he quickened his pace. "Something happened to them?"
"It wasn't them who had the accident! It was my husband!"
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Huichun Medical Clinic.
Inside the lobby, there were people from the martial arts world queuing for medical treatment, and an old doctor sitting at his desk seeing patients—all quite ordinary. What was unusual was that both patients and doctors were covered in cold sweat, pale and terrified. And the culprit behind all this was, of course, the two men who occupied the old doctor's left and right sides, each holding a notebook and writing and drawing.
"Doctor, what should a pregnant woman pay attention to on the first day of her third month?" This was a scholar humbly seeking advice.
"I'm busy..." Can you shut the hell up?! The old man was a civilized person, but he couldn't bring himself to say the second half of the sentence.
"You go about your business, it's alright, we don't mind," Fan Bing smiled understandingly at the old man. Indeed, they didn't mind that he was distracted by treating someone's injury while answering questions.
The old man was so choked that he suffered internal injuries, and his face turned even more pale. Who cares if you mind or not? It's me who minds, okay?
"Doctor?" the scholar repeated his question.
The old man spoke in a trembling voice: "You must avoid certain foods, eat more raw fruits and vegetables, ensure you get enough sleep, and insist on taking a midday nap."
The scholar nodded and continued, "And what about the next day?"
The old man spoke with restraint: "Same as the first day."
The scholar frowned and continued, "And the third day?"
The old man couldn't help but press his hand harder on the injured person's wound, causing the injured person to scream. The old man's last shred of reason finally snapped. "Can't you fucking stop being so annoying? Will you die if you don't ask me every single day?!"
The scholar and Fan Bing exchanged a glance and frowned. This old man had quite a temper. However, they were still quite sensible. The doctor was the boss now, so of course he had the final say. They knew nothing about this, so they could only nod obediently and ask in a different way: "What about the fifth day?" They couldn't ask every day, so asking every other day would be fine, right? They cooperated readily.