In the hospital, Xiyan pursed her thin lips. She hadn't been eating much lately, plus the vomiting just now, she was almost worn out. Hao had to lift her to walk to the consulting room.
"Doctor, how am I?" She asked the doctor who was feeling her pulse. Hao first registered her for internal medicine, but the stomach expert pointed them to O.B. after asking some basic questions.
It was a female gynecologist in her forties, who asked to observe her tongue after feeling her pulse.
"Is your period late this month?" The doctor blurted out a question that caused Xiyan headache.
She shook her head.
