Transmigrating into a Book in the 80s: After Giving Up, I Was Pampered by a Rough Man

Lu Ting slept very lightly that night.

Jiang Mian would turn over slightly, and he would open his eyes to look at her every time.

He got up to boil water as soon as it was light, packed his coat, and checked the car again.

Jiang Mian watched him bustling around and couldn't help but smile.

If she told Lu Ting that she was pregnant, he probably wouldn't even let her use the stairs.

In the morning, the two arrived at Hong Kong Sanatorium & Hospital.

Lu Ting first went to the information desk to ask around, and came back with two forms in his hand.

A gastroenterology department.

An internal medicine document.

The two went to the gastroenterology department first, where they saw an elderly doctor wearing thick-rimmed glasses.

The old doctor listened to Lu Ting's heart and lungs, then pressed his stomach and liver/gallbladder area, and finally spent a long time looking at the test results.

"Young man, you have a very solid foundation."

"My heart rate is stable, my blood pressure is neither high nor low, and I don't feel any pain when my stomach is pressed."

The old doctor pushed up his glasses and looked up to examine Lu Ting.

"You said the smell of fish makes you nauseous?"

Lu Ting sat upright, his expression serious.

"Yeah, it started yesterday when I ate fish, and today I feel nauseous whenever I smell seafood."

The old doctor stroked his chin and made a few strokes on the medical record.

"It could be acute gastrointestinal spasm or nervous nausea."

"I'll prescribe some digestive pills for you to take for two days. Also, remember to eat a light diet in the meantime."

Lu Ting took the medical record book, not paying much attention to himself.

He turned to look at the old doctor and immediately asked about Jiang Mian's condition.

"Doctor, my wife has been feeling tired lately, has low energy, is always sleepy, and sometimes has a picky appetite."

Which specialist should I book an appointment with for internal medicine?

The old doctor put down his pen, looked up, and glanced at Jiang Mian a few times.

The little girl had a rosy complexion, bright eyes, and radiant skin; she didn't look sick at all.

The old doctor asked a few routine questions and then glanced at the two men's ages.

How long have you been married?

Lu Ting immediately replied, "It's been almost a year."

The old doctor pushed the internal medicine prescription back and wrote a few words next to it with a pen.

"Don't wait in line for internal medicine, go to the obstetrics and gynecology department on the third floor, get a blood test first."

Lu Ting was stunned for a moment; he didn't react at all.

"Obstetrics and Gynecology? She was just sleepy, why would she go to the obstetrics and gynecology department?"

The old doctor was both amused and exasperated by this hothead, and waved him away.

"Just go when I tell you to. Go get a blood test. Hurry up and don't block the other people from seeing the doctor."

Lu Ting was completely confused, but he still carefully escorted Jiang Mian up to the third floor.

There were many heavily pregnant women sitting in the corridor on the third floor, each accompanied by a family member.

Lu Ting looked at the pregnant women and gradually slowed his pace.

He turned his head and stared intently at Jiang Mian's flat stomach, speechless for a long time.

Jiang Mian felt like laughing at his gaze and tugged at his sleeve to urge him on.

"Hurry up and line up to hand in your form!"

Lu Ting was even more nervous than Jiang Mian when they were having their blood drawn.

He stood to the side, watching the nurse insert a syringe into Jiang Mian's fair arm, her hands clenched into fists, the veins on the back of her hands bulging out.

"Be gentle with the puncture," Lu Ting couldn't help but remind him.

The nurse looked up at him, suppressing a laugh.

"Sir, please don't be nervous, I'll apply the needle very lightly."

Jiang Mian stretched out her arm, looking completely calm.

When the needle pierced her skin, Lu Ting's brows furrowed even deeper than hers.

Jiang Mian found it both sweet and funny.

After the blood was drawn, the nurse applied a cotton swab.

Lu Ting immediately took the massage and pressed it on Jiang Mian's back. "Does it hurt?"

Jiang Mian blinked. "If you keep asking that, I'm going to feel pain."

Lu Ting remained silent.

He helped Jiang Mian sit by the window, then went downstairs to buy hot milk and soft snacks.

When I came back, a family member was walking down the corridor carrying a box of freshly baked shrimp dumplings.

As soon as the smell of seafood wafted over, Lu Ting's expression changed instantly.

He stuffed the milk and pastries into Jiang Mian's hands, then turned and headed towards the restroom.

Jiang Mian held the hot milk, lowered her head and took a sip, feeling a mix of sour and sweet emotions.

Despite his robust physique, Lu Ting was afflicted with nausea to this extent.

If it weren't for the pregnancy, she couldn't believe how much she would have suffered.

Not long after, Lu Ting washed his face with cold water and came back.

Water was still dripping from his chin, and his face looked somewhat pale, but the first thing he did was look down to see if Jiang Mian had eaten any snacks.

"The report is almost ready, I'll go get it."

He told Jiang Mian to stay seated and didn't move, then strode towards the reception desk.

After receiving the report, Lu Ting pushed open the door to the obstetrics and gynecology specialist's consultation room.

Inside sat a female doctor who was not young.

The doctor took the test results and looked at them carefully for a few moments, then immediately put on a kind smile.

"Mr. Lu, Ms. Jiang, congratulations!"

Lu Ting was jolted, his legs rooted to the spot.

Jiang Mian, however, sat firmly in her seat and asked with a smile, "Doctor, how long has it been?"

"Based on the numbers, it's been more than five weeks."

"Your progesterone levels are good, and your mother is in good condition, so there's no need to worry for now."

As she wrote the medical record, she gave Lu Ting some instructions.

"During the first three months, pregnant women should rest more, avoid lifting heavy objects, and eat a light diet."

"And one more thing," the female doctor said, giving Lu Ting, who was as strong as an ox, a special reminder.

"Take a break from sex for the first three months. Don't be careless just because you're young."

"Your wife has a good constitution, that's all. Just keep her in a good mood."

Jiang Mian's ears felt slightly hot, but Lu Ting didn't care about being shy at all.

He stood to the side, his head buzzing.

pregnant.

Mianmian is pregnant!

I'm going to be a dad!!!

The thin lab report landed in Lu Ting's hand, feeling as light as a piece of paper, yet so heavy that it made his fingertips stiff.

He opened his mouth, his voice dry and hoarse.

"Doctor, you...you mean...my wife is really pregnant?"

The doctor looked up and smiled knowingly.

"Yes, it's written very clearly on the list."

"As her husband, you need to be more attentive. Pregnant women are prone to mood swings, and family members should go along with her."

Lu Ting nodded stiffly, his fingers unconsciously rubbing against his trouser leg twice.

"Go with it."

As if afraid he wouldn't remember, he repeated it again in a low voice.

"Go with it."

Jiang Mian watched this scene with a smile, finding it quite amusing.

The next second, Lu Ting suddenly remembered something, and his expression became tense again.

"Doctor, I've been feeling nauseous for the past two days, and I feel like vomiting whenever I smell fish."

He turned to look at Jiang Mian, his face full of anxiety.

"Won't this affect her? She's fine now, I hope she doesn't lose her appetite because of me."

The female doctor was stunned for a moment, then couldn't help but burst out laughing.

She put down her pen and looked Lu Ting up and down.

"Mr. Lu, your situation is quite interesting."

Lu Ting immediately sat up straight. "Is it serious?"

"Nothing serious."

The female professor explained with a smile, "Some husbands are so concerned about their wives that they become highly focused, and their bodies may also experience pregnancy-like symptoms."

"This is medically known as labor-like syndrome."

Lu Ting didn't understand. "What conquest?"

The female doctor put it another way, "Simply put, it's because you care about her so much that your body is suffering for her first."

"There have been many medical precedents for this; it is a physiological phenomenon triggered by natural psychological factors."

Jiang Mian sat to the side with her head down, her lips tightly pressed together, struggling to suppress her laughter.

Lu Ting was completely dumbfounded.

He looked down at his own stomach, then at Jiang Mian's flat abdomen.

So, my nausea is because I'm vomiting on behalf of my wife during her pregnancy?

He didn't find it absurd at all; instead, after a few seconds of stunned silence, he let out a long sigh of relief.

"That's good, that's good." Lu Ting's tense shoulders completely relaxed.

"It's better to vomit on me than on her; she can't stand that."

Jiang Mian couldn't hold it in any longer and burst out laughing.

The female doctor smiled and shook her head, "You two have a good relationship."