Zhou Xi was not foolish; when she had still not conceived by the third year, she had already consulted a physician, of course visiting the doctors at Jishi Hall. This time, returning, she held very little hope herself.
As expected, after the other party asked her about her ailment and felt her pulse for a good while, the rhetoric was the same as before. Then, grasping the brush to prescribe her medicine, Zhou Xi hesitated greatly. In the end, she couldn't help but say, "Doctor, I've been nurturing my health for many years and haven't skimped on the medicine, but I still can't conceive."
The doctor studied Zhou Xi's face for a while before retracting his gaze and saying, "You haven't nurtured your health properly."
Standing beside her elder sister, Manbao, upon hearing this, asked, "Then what does it mean to be properly nurtured?"
"When her hands and feet aren't cold anymore in the winter and her complexion is rosy, that would mean she's well-nourished."
