Xiao Lin pursed her lips and said, "Sister Qin, how can you believe a monk who doesn't even have a doctor's license? You're already so old. How can you be pregnant? If you were really that lucky, you would have been pregnant when you were young."
Sister Qin frowned, feeling very uncomfortable. Even if she no longer cared about having a child, if there was such a possibility, it would be a gift from the heavens to her. Any possibility was a big deal.
"Sister Qin, don't worry. The anti-inflammatory medicine doesn't explicitly say that pregnant women can't take it. Your appetite has indeed been bad recently. I think what this old master said makes sense. We've never met him, but his diagnosis of us is very accurate."
The nurse sitting beside Xiao Lin said. She smiled at Wu Ju and said shyly, "Master, how can my illness be treated? I took a lot of medicine, but every winter, my entire body is as cold as ice. It's especially uncomfortable."
