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On the way home, he met Xiao Liu when he was going uphill. Seeing a middle-aged man in coarse clothes behind Xiao Liu, he asked doubtfully, "Brother Xiao Liu, where are you from? The bit is...?"

  Xiao Liu saw Steward Wang, nodded to him, and walked past him.

"This…!"

Wang Qing looked at the backs of the two people walking in front of him. He didn't care too much about being ignored by Xiao Liu. He knew that Xiao Liu and Xiao Jiu had such cold personalities. It might be a habit developed in the army. Do not talk too much with others.

   What he cared about at this time was that the middle-aged man smelled the medicine when he passed by just now. He guessed that the middle-aged man should be a doctor. Who is sick in the family?

  Thinking up to this point, Wang Qing hastily followed their steps.

  Arrived at home, Xiao Liu took the doctor directly into the backyard.

  As soon as Wang Qing entered the courtyard, he saw Xiao Liu and the other two going to the backyard, the backyard?

   Could it be that Madam is sick?

  In the backyard, he didn't dare to step into it easily without the consent of his master.

   "Head, I invited the doctor from the next village, should we let him in at this time?" Xiao Liu stood in front of the door and replied.

   After a while, the door gently opened from the inside: "Let the doctor in."

  Xiao Liu took a quick glance at Tan Anjun, saw that his face was pale, and he couldn't see what emotion he was in, so he lowered his head and responded, "No!"

  Xiao Liu nodded to the doctor, and stepped aside to let the doctor in.

  The doctor entered the room and followed Tan Anjun to the bedside. Seeing that the bed curtain was put down, he could not see clearly what was going on inside.

  Tan Anjun signaled the doctor to sit down, and he stretched out his hand to pull out his little wife's hand from the tent to let the doctor diagnose the pulse.

  The doctor listened for a while, confirmed that the woman in the bed was asleep, and took out the pulse pillow to feel the pulse carefully.

  The pulse condition is fluent, like rolling beads, which should refer to smoothness, this is the happy pulse.

   To confirm again, the doctor said softly to Tan Anjun: "My lord, take out your wife's other hand, and I will confirm again."

   Tan Anjun felt a dull pain in his heart when he heard the words, and pulled out his wife's other hand from the tent with slightly trembling fingers. It was hard to feel the pulse because it was backhanded. The doctor just held it for a while and then let go.

  Tan Anjun gently put his little wife's hand into the thin quilt, signaling the doctor to speak outside.

   "Doctor, how is my wife's condition? Recently, she has been particularly lethargic and listless all day long." After Tan Anjun finished speaking, his voice trembled almost uncontrollably, and his hands clenched tightly unconsciously.

  The doctor stroked his beard, didn't pay attention to his mood swings, then bowed his head and smiled: "Congratulations, congratulations, your wife has a slippery pulse!"

What?

   Tan Anjun is confused, slippery pulse?

   "Shuamai?"

   What is the pulse condition of Huamai?

  The doctor patted himself on the forehead, and said angrily: "Look at me, I am too happy for you. I didn't consider that I can't understand the technical terms. Huamai is Ximai."

  Tan Anjun was stunned, and murmured: "Happy pulse?"

  Happy Pulse! happy pulse!

   "Doctor, what do you mean, my wife is happy?"

  The doctor stroked his beard, laughed and said, "Well, I'm happy."

   Tan Anjun was stunned and giggled: "My lady, are you pregnant?"

  "Yes, yes, yes, pregnant, congratulations, congratulations, double happiness today!" The doctor is also a wonderful person, when he saw the broken firecrackers at the door just now, he guessed that there might be a housewarming today.

   (Doctors, in ancient times, were generally called Dafu in the north, and Langzhong in the south, so there are differences in the names of Xiaowu and Wang Guanjia.)

  (end of this chapter)