He Xiyan asked anxiously. She hoped that she was well. After all, there was much waiting for she to do. She had to make money as well. So she could not fall ill.
The doctor nodded, then pointed to the bed behind the curtain, signaling He Xiyan to lie down with her trousers off.
She herself then put on a pair of disposable gloves.
With the most critical part of her body completely exposed, He Xiyan looked extremely bad. She bit her lips hard and held her fingers tightly together. Besides tension, there was also a kind of unreasonable shame.
The doctor checked her cervix briefly, and then took some secretions to be tested. Then she took off her gloves and pressed her hand against her lower abdomen to see if there was any hard lump or something.
However, after pressing twice, the doctor suddenly frowned doubtfully, a trace of doubt flashing in her eyes. She then stared at He Xiyan's belly for a long time.
