1970s: A hot-tempered wife who accompanied a soldier to the military compound and made a fortune.

Chapter 969 How can there be any certainty?

Upon hearing the familiar voice, Qiu's mother turned around and saw her youngest son: "Shaocheng, what brings you here? What happened to Xiaojing?"

Before Qiu Shaocheng could explain, a doctor came running over: "What's wrong?"

Qiu Shaocheng said urgently, "My wife is having a miscarriage because she's holding her back. Please take a look at her quickly."

The doctor quickly pointed in a direction: "Carry the person to that room."

During the doctor's examination, Qiu's mother spoke up again: "Shaocheng, what exactly happened? How did Xiaojing suddenly hurt her back and have a miscarriage?"

Qiu Shaocheng recounted what happened after they left: "Even so, my second sister-in-law kept shirking responsibility. If Xiaojing is alright, that's fine, but if something bad happens to her, I'll never let them off the hook."

Qiu Shaohu parked his cart and came in, when he heard these words: "Shaocheng, Dabao is still a child. I helped send him to the health center as soon as possible. Calm down, I'll deal with him when I get back. I'll make sure he stays far away from Xiaojing from now on, okay?"

"You make it sound so easy. My wife suffered for nothing. Didn't you see her sweating profusely in this freezing weather?"

Qiu Shaohu coughed lightly: "Don't worry, when we get back I'll have your sister-in-law buy some tonics for Xiaojing and send them to your room."

Mr. Qiu and Qiu Shaomei also rushed over: "What happened?"

Qiu Shaocheng gave a brief retelling.

Mr. Qiu frowned and looked at his nephew: "Shaohu, Dabao is really spoiled rotten by your wife. If you don't discipline him, he might cause some trouble in the future, and you two will have to bear the consequences. Think about it carefully, isn't that right?"

If anyone else had said that, Qiu Shaohu would probably have retorted sharply, but with his second uncle's stern face, he really didn't dare: "I understand."

After a thorough examination, the doctor said, "An Xiaojing's family."

The people who had spoken quickly surrounded him: "Doctor, how is he?"

The doctor examined An Xiaojing lying in the examination room: "It's true that the pregnancy has been threatened. In the coming days, try to avoid twisting or bending over. When resting, place a thin, soft cushion under your lower back." Qiu Shaocheng asked worriedly, "Should we prescribe some medication to prevent miscarriage?"

The doctor looked up at him and said, "She should rest for a while and observe. I won't prescribe any more medicine. After all, all medicines have some side effects. She's pregnant now, so it's best if she doesn't take any. But she'll definitely suffer a bit."

Hearing the doctor say this, not only Qiu Shaofeng, but also Qiu Shaohu breathed a sigh of relief.

Now that An Xiaojing was sure she was alright, Qiu Shaocheng finally remembered his sister-in-law: "Mom, where's my sister-in-law?"

"You came in just as you entered the delivery room."

He then walked towards the examination room: "Xiaojing, are you feeling better?"

An Xiaojing's eyes were still red: "It's a little better than before, but my stomach is still uncomfortable."

The doctor had told her about the situation before, and she was really scared. If Shao Cheng hadn't caught her, she didn't dare to think about the consequences. She kept stroking her belly, trying to comfort the baby in her womb who was frightened.

Qiu's mother didn't let Qiu Shaocheng take his men back immediately: "Stay here for a while, and go back when everything is alright."

Outside the delivery room, Mr. Xiao, his daughter, and Qiu Shaofeng stood guard.

As for Fu Yancheng, Chu Xue didn't let her wait there. She told him to find a place to rest, since they didn't know when the baby would be born, and they were destined to have to return to the city in the dark.

Chunxiao moved closer to Xiao's father and asked, "Dad, when will my eldest sister give birth?"

Mr. Xiao was already worried about his eldest daughter in the delivery room, and when he heard his youngest daughter ask this question, he said somewhat displeasedly, "How can you be sure about that?"

(End of this chapter)