Lin Zhen narrowed his eyes slightly and said thoughtfully, "It really is strange that Qin Jingru hasn't had any news for over three months, but pregnancy concerns two people. You'd need to treat both of you together. But..."
"But what?"
"I'm only an amateur. You'd better go to a major hospital, or find a real doctor," Lin Zhen said, pretending to be troubled.
"No! You're the one I want. I think the doctors at those big hospitals aren't as skilled as you. Last time, I followed what you said, and the very next day I stopped feeling so jumpy. After resting for a few days, I was completely fine. I trust you!"
"Then... all right. I'll give it a try?"
"That's what I was waiting to hear. I'll cooperate!"
"Hold out your hand. Let me take your pulse."
Xu Damao held out his hand and placed it on the table, waiting for Lin Zhen's diagnosis with a broad smile.
Lin Zhen placed three fingers on his pulse and lowered his head in thought.
Since Lin Zhen said nothing, Xu Damao did not dare ask.
After ten minutes, Xu Damao could no longer hold it in and asked softly, "So what exactly is wrong with me?"
Lin Zhen said flatly, "You're quite well. I was thinking about something else."
"What is it?"
"Sigh, someone anonymously reported my wife over her job at the neighborhood office. It made her so anxious that she can barely enjoy her meals. I've been wondering who could be so rotten as to report her."
Xu Damao's heart lurched.
You're not Zhuge Liang, Lin Zhen. Why did you suddenly bring this up?
Could he suspect me?
Impossible. I did it very discreetly. Even Qin Jingru doesn't know. At most, you're just making a wild guess.
*Or maybe