Becoming the Villain's Discarded Wife
Chapter 421: Eat More of What You Like

Chapter 421: Chapter 421: Eat More of What You Like

Shen Wenchen didn’t grab his son’s collar, but instead let him cry heartily for once.

The little child sobbed for a while, presumably exhausted from having just eaten, and then rested in Nanzhi’s arms.

The little child, with two small hair buns and tear streaks on his fair-skinned face, nestled in Nanzhi’s arms.

Seeing her son like this, Nanzhi felt an unspeakable heartache.

"Nannan, are you okay?" Shen Wenchen, fearing that Nanzhi was tired from carrying Zhiyu, reached out to take him over.

"I’m fine, Zhiyu is not heavy, I can hold him," Nanzhi shook her head, her face expressing tender fondness.

"If you get tired, tell me." His wife not relinquishing her hold, Shen Wenchen halted his actions, only showing his concern.

"Okay, I got it." Nanzhi caressed Zhiyu’s cheek, softly responding.

She felt very strange now.

Without her system and spiritual spring, with the old gentleman and Xiaohe no longer in sight, all that she could do was soldier on.

Maybe she was lucky enough to dodge this bullet?

Some apprentice physicians and disciples were dispensing medicines at Jihe Hall. Wang Jingzhi has picked up the ropes, so the elderly physicians let him assume some management duties.

Having recently married, Wang Jingzhi was glowing, but he was taken aback when he saw Nanzhi and Shen Wenchen enter.

"Brother Shen, Sister Nanzhi... what’s the matter?"

Wang Jingzhi knitted his brows, scrutinizing the two before finally settling his gaze on Nanzhi.

"Sister Nanzhi, why do you look so pale?"

She looked quite healthy when he saw her just a few days ago.

How could she have lost so much weight in just half a month?

"Jingzhi, is your master here?"

Shen Wenchen looked around, didn’t see the two old physicians, and so asked.

"Yes, they’re resting in the back courtyard." Wang Jingzhi nodded. He originally intended to say that his masters were not taking patients for the day and had headed out of the city if anyone asked.

But since the visitors were acquaintances, Wang Jingzhi simply let them in.

"Thank you."

Shen Wenchen looked somewhat serious, supporting Nanzhi as they headed for the back courtyard.

Confused, an apprentice physician scratched his head and asked Wang Jingzhi why he let them through.

Looking at the receding figures, Wang Jingzhi sighed and whispered to his fellow disciples, "That lady once saved my life, and the man is the City Lord of Yan City."

The young apprentice physician nodded in bewilderment, hesitant as he asked, "Is it because of their status?"

"No." Wang Jingzhi denied it succinctly, leaving the young disciple more confused.

Puzzlement was clearly written all over his chubby, innocent face.

"The City Lord worked as a medication tester for our master for two years. It’s a debt we owe him."

Thinking back to the "little green man" he happened to see lying in the backyard of the Medical Hall, Wang Jingzhi always felt amusement.

Who could have imagined that this decisive and ruthless man used to lie there, green all over?

The two elderly physicians were outside having a jolly time playing chess when they saw two figures approaching.

One of them, Qian, recognized them as people his apprentice must have let in. Seeing who they were, he just resignedly put down his chess piece.

"What brings the City Lord here today?"

Qian adjusted his rumpled clothes before cheerfully asking.

"Qian, Sun." Shen Wenchen, always considerate, first paid his respects before explaining their purpose for the visit.

"My wife has been feeling weak recently. I would appreciate if you could examine her."

Hearing this, Qian just looked at Nanzhi and recognized her as the benefactor of his hapless apprentice. Then he slowly opened his eyes.

He still remembered that this young girl was the one diagnosed without a root pulse several months ago.

"Girl, come closer."

After observing her complexion, Qian beckoned Nanzhi over.

Without hesitation, Nanzhi obediently approached and finally sat on a nearby stool.

Shen Wenchen was frantic with worry but could only sit quietly by Nanzhi’s side.

Seeing his anxiety, Sun also moved closer.

Qian reached forward, taking Nanzhi’s pulse, with his white eyebrows almost scrunched up to form a messy ball.

Her pulse was quite weak and feeble.

"Girl, have you eaten anything unusual recently? Or been to odd places?"

Nanzhi carefully thought about it and ultimately shook her head.

Recently, she was either at the Restaurant or at home.

She did not consume anything extraordinary, nor did she go anywhere else.

"That’s odd," mused Qian, while resting his hand and frowning in contemplation.

"Qian, do you know what’s wrong with my wife?" The moment he saw him frowning, Shen Wenchen started to feel extremely anxious.

The moment he noticed Qian starting to stroke his beard, Shen Wenchen’s heart jumped up to his throat.

When he used to be their medication tester, Qain would always make that expression when he encountered a difficult problem.

"It’s nothing serious." Qian waved his hand, realizing that his earlier facial expression might have caused some misunderstanding, then proceeded to explain.

"There’s nothing wrong with the girl’s body, her pulse just feels slightly weak, a bit unstable."

"Will it have any impact?" Before Nanzhi had a chance to speak, Shen Wenchen had already asked.

"Nothing serious, but you should pay more attention for the next couple of months. It’s best to let her rest at home and avoid any shocks.

If there’s anything she wants to eat, get it for her. Generally, she should be eating nutritious food to keep her strength up."

Hearing this advice, Shen Wenchen didn’t look any more relieved. Instead, his expression grew even darker.

Nanzhi also froze momentarily, not expecting the situation to be so serious.

"You, surely you’re not unwilling to do it?" Qian looked at Shen Wenchen, somewhat surprised, seeing that Shen Wenchen didn’t respond.

Having ascended to the position of City Lord, was he not willing to get good food for his wife?

No wonder he had been so eager to send injured people over for treatment when he worked as a medication tester. Turns out he was just stingy.

"Qian, please save my wife," Shen Wenchen said as he started to kneel. Luckily, Sun, who was standing nearby, quickly caught him.

However, Shen Wenchen was tall and sturdy, and his resolute action almost pulled Sun down, causing him to nearly sprain his waist.

"What are you doing?" Qian, knowing that his old friend had a bad back, quickly helped him sit down, while also chiding him.

"There’s nothing life-threatening. Your wife’s heartbeat is a bit weak because she’s pregnant. Make sure to get her some good food to nourish her body."

Qian glared at Shen Wenchen, his beard was almost standing on end.

At his words, Shen Wenchen froze on the spot, maintaining his almost-kneeling posture. He looked quite foolish.

"I’m...going to be a father?"

"Quickly get up..." Nanzhi lightly pinched his arm, and softly spoke up.

This man, was he really that stupefied?

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