"Youman, what's wrong?" Xia Wan'an hurriedly reached out and gently patted Song Youman's back.
After quite a while, Song Youman finally regained her composure, "I'm fine, just a bit of a stomachache."
"How come? Did you eat something bad?" Xia Wan'an brought a glass of warm water and handed it to Song Youman.
Song Youman thanked her, took the glass, had a couple of sips, and suddenly paused.
For the past couple of days, she had been feeling nauseous… and she hadn't had a period for two months. Could she be...?
As this thought crossed Song Youman's mind, she involuntarily gripped her water glass harder.
"Youman, how about this? After we finish eating, I'll accompany you to Doctor Xie... " Even though Song Youman seemed okay, Xia Wan'an was still worried.
Hearing this, Song Youman quickly collected her thoughts and looked into Xia Wan'an's eyes: "Doctor Xie?"
