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Carefully placing Lin Yuan on the soft couch inside the house, Xia Zheng quickly grabbed Lao Fan’s hand, "Quick, see what’s wrong with her!"

Before Lao Fan could even speak, Lin Yuan preempted him, "I’m alright, I’m alright, I just, just caught a bit of cold, my stomach hurts. You’d better go out quickly, I’ll be fine after resting for a while."

"How can this be alright? You don’t even realize how pale your face is, and you still say you just caught a cold! Do you think I’m a three-year-old child that can be easily fooled!" Xia Zheng furrowed his eyebrows and deliberately put on a stern face to frighten her a bit.

Yet Lin Yuan was on the verge of tears, truly wishing the Xia Zheng before her eyes was an ignorant three-year-old child. Knowing Lao Fan’s temperament, if he took her pulse, wouldn’t her menstruation be exposed to everyone!

"I really am alright, don’t worry, I truly am..."

Lin Yuan anxiously explained, wanting to drive both men out. If it weren’t for her stomach hurting so much that she couldn’t even walk, she would have insisted on Lin Yi sending her home immediately.

Of course, Xia Zheng was not at ease and insisted on Lao Fan taking her pulse.

Lao Fan, however, hummed indifferently, sat down on a nearby stool, leisurely tapping his fingers against the tabletop, "Alright now, look at how anxious you are! She’s fine, isn’t it just her menstrual period, what woman doesn’t have a menstrual period?"

Having said that, he completely ignored the petrified Xia Zheng, frowned at Lin Yuan, and asked, "Girl, is this your first time getting your period? You look so pained that your face color has changed. But no worries, you’re lucky to have run into me!

I’ll prescribe you medicine, guaranteeing that you’ll feel comfortable and the pain will disappear once the medicine takes effect! "

Lin Yuan bit her lip and massaged her forehead, wishing she could find a hole to crawl into; how could she have forgotten Lao Fan’s capabilities?

This fellow could identify others’ problems without even taking their pulse.

But to discuss her private matters in front of Xia Zheng, a man, was that all right?

Lin Yuan pulled a cushion from the couch over her head to cover her now-blushing face, utterly embarrassed!

After a moment of stunned silence, Xia Zheng finally regained his senses, his eyes darting about, not daring to look in Lin Yuan’s direction again, his ears reddening even more than hers.

"That, cough, I’ll go, get you, get you, um, that."

Xia Zheng stammered for a good while, unable to find a suitable reason to excuse himself.

In the end, it was Lao Fan who raised the prescription he had just finished writing, "Why are you standing there like a fool? Go get the medicine."

Xia Zheng finally found an opportunity to avoid the awkwardness, snatched the prescription, and darted off with a swoosh.

Lao Fan couldn’t help but snicker, "Silly boy! First time he’s followed my orders so eagerly!"

After speaking, Lao Fan glanced at Lin Yuan, who was still too embarrassed to uncover her head, walked over, took her small hand, and felt her pulse, "It’s just your menstrual period, it’s nothing serious, look how frightened you are!"

The corner of Lin Yuan’s mouth twitched; it wasn’t fright, but sheer embarrassment!

But wait, hadn’t he already written the prescription? Why was he taking her pulse again?

"What’s the matter, do I have some problem with my body?"

Seeing Lao Fan with his eyes closed and frowning, Lin Yuan’s heart skipped a beat. To be precise, this body had already died once, and it was only at the age of thirteen that she started her period, nearly a year later than her peers; Lan Hua had her period last year.

Could it be, because she was resurrected, that she had issues?

Could it be that she would have difficulty conceiving just like Jeng Ruyue?

At the thought of possible infertility, Lin Yuan’s face grew even paler. Ancient women placed great importance on continuing the family line; just look at Lady Liu to know. If she couldn’t conceive, then what about her and Xia Zheng...

Lin Yuan’s back stiffened, feeling a chill break out all over her body, the pain on her skin nowhere near the pain in her heart.

"Could it be that I can’t conceive?" Her small hand nervously grasped Lao Fan’s wrist, Lin Yuan wishing for nothing more than for him to quickly shake his head and deny it.

Regrettably...

Lao Fan opened his eyes and glanced at her, "How did you know?"

Lin Yuan’s head spun; so it was true.

"Then can I, can I still be cured?" Lin Yuan asked hazily, her mind aloft, clinging to the last shred of hope as she looked towards Lao Fan.

Lao Fan withdrew his hand, his expression as dark as ink, stroking his beard and shaking his head, "Well, that’s hard to say. Your body is very weak, and you also have a condition of cold in the uterus. If you wish to conceive, alas."