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

The female doctor's soft laughter echoed in the consultation room.

Lu Ting didn't feel there was anything shameful about it at all.

My wife is pregnant, and all that nausea and vomiting is now happening to me instead—that's wonderful!

He took a step forward, his tall figure blocking out most of the light in the consultation room.

"Doctor, could I borrow a piece of paper and a pen?"

The female doctor paused for a moment, then casually tore a page from the notepad on the table and handed it over along with a ballpoint pen.

Lu Ting took the paper and pen and sat down across from the desk with an air of authority.

"You just said that you should pay attention to rest during the first three months."

Lu Ting tapped the paper with his pen.

"How exactly should I rest? How many hours should I sleep a day? Do I need an extra nap at noon? Are there any restrictions on the number of times I need to get up at night?"

The female doctor was a little bewildered by his barrage of questions.

Lu Ting didn't stop, and continued to ask questions.

"If I want to eat a light diet, besides avoiding seafood and raw or cold foods, are there any other dietary restrictions?"

"What kind of meat can we eat? Chicken, duck, pork, beef, lamb—which is the best?"

"What about vegetables? Are there any special considerations regarding seasonings? Is there a limit to the amount of salt and soy sauce you can eat in a day?"

The female doctor opened her mouth, but before she could say a word.

Lu Ting's pen had already begun to fly as he took notes.

"And regarding the follow-up examinations you mentioned earlier, how often do they need to be done? What kind of tests are done each time?"

"Can I take a car on the way to the hospital? Will the slight bumps in the ride cause any problems?"

Jiang Mian stretched out her fair fingers and gently tugged at the man's sleeve.

"Honey, what are you doing?"

Her voice was soft and sweet, with a slight nasal tone.

"I'm just pregnant, not sick."

Lu Ting immediately turned to look at her, his previous serious demeanor vanishing instantly.

He grasped Jiang Mian's fingers with his other hand, using very light pressure, as if afraid of hurting her.

"You're not sick, but this is more delicate than being sick right now."

Lu Ting lowered his voice to coax her.

"I'll ask first, so I'll be aware of what's going on and avoid accidentally bumping into something on the way back."

After he finished speaking, he turned back to look at the female doctor.

Judging by that, I absolutely have to take a detailed pregnancy care guide with me today.

The female doctor had worked in the obstetrics and gynecology department of Hong Kong Sanatorium & Hospital for over twenty years, and had seen all sorts of big bosses and wealthy family members.

When wealthy people come, they usually ask about the sex of the baby or ask the doctor to prescribe some expensive tonics.

This was the first time she had ever met a man who looked like an iron tower, sitting there asking even how many grams of salt he used.

The female doctor smiled and shook her head.

"Mr. Lu, Ms. Jiang has a very good constitution, so you don't need to be so nervous."

"She is only in the early stages of pregnancy, and all her health indicators are within the normal range."

"As long as you don't do heavy work, don't go to crowded places, and eat a normal, balanced diet, there's no need to be precise about the exact amount."

Lu Tingji stopped what he was doing and looked at the doctor with strong disapproval.

"How can it be anything but precise?"

He said with a serious expression.

"She's always been a picky eater; she didn't even finish her glass of milk this morning."

Jiang Mian immediately objected, "That's because hot milk is too greasy."

She muttered a complaint.

"And I already ate a small piece of cake."

Lu Ting immediately responded.

"Then let's buy a temperature-controlled milk pot, so it can heat it up to fifty degrees for you in the future."

He pushed the paper and pen forward.

"Doctor, could you please make a list of things I absolutely cannot eat during the first three months?"

"So I can go back and stick it on the kitchen door."

The female doctor was amused by the young couple and decided to take out a pen and paper and quickly write down more than a dozen common taboos.

From avoiding crabs and turtles, to eating less raw, cold, and spicy food, to absolutely prohibiting strenuous exercise, to coming for follow-up check-ups on time, and even avoiding wearing high heels and catching a cold, everything was written down.

At the end, the female doctor emphasized this point once again.

"Mr. Lu, you should definitely stop having sex for the first three months."

Jiang Mian's ears suddenly felt hot.

Lu Ting nodded seriously, looking at even this detail with extra care.

"Okay, okay."

The female doctor handed him the note.

"Don't be too nervous, a pregnant woman's emotions are also important."

Lu Ting took the paper and read it word by word.

He folded it neatly along the edges and put it close to his body into his shirt pocket, as if he were putting away a very important military order.

"Thank you, doctor."

He stood up and politely thanked him.

Then, Lu Ting turned around and walked up to Jiang Mian.

He didn't wake her up immediately, but instead looked down at her shoes.

Jiang Mian is wearing a pair of leather shoes with a small square heel today. The heel is not high, only two or three centimeters.

But in Lu Ting's eyes now, these shoes are even more dangerous than walking on stilts.

"These shoes won't do," Lu Ting blurted out.

Jiang Mian looked down at her toes, and her small feet wobbled a couple of times.

"What's wrong with my shoes? They're flat with a small block heel, so they're very stable to walk in."

Lu Ting frowned, leaving no room for negotiation.

"No, the doctor said that even a slight heel can easily cause an ankle sprain. I'll change into flat shoes when I get home."

After saying that, he turned around and squatted down in front of Jiang Mian.

Jiang Mian froze. "Honey, what are you doing?"

"Come up."

Lu Ting pointed to his broad back.

"There are too many people outside, and the floor is slippery. I'll carry you out."

Jiang Mian's ears turned bright red instantly.

This is a hospital consultation room, and the door is half open. The corridor outside is full of pregnant women and their families queuing up.

I'm only five weeks pregnant, my belly isn't even showing any curve yet, and I'm letting people carry me around like this, have they no shame?

"I don't want to," Jiang Mian refused outright. "It's not like I can't walk."

Lu Ting remained crouched and looked back at her.

"No, I just checked, the hallway to the door was just mopped, it's slippery."

"Oh dear, it's just a few steps, I want to walk it myself."

Jiang Mian deliberately drew out her voice, with a hint of coquetry.

"Honey, you can't treat me like a child."

Lu Ting paused for two seconds, then stood up.

Jiang Mian just breathed a sigh of relief and prepared to stand up, holding onto the back of the chair.

Before she could even put her foot down, she was suddenly lifted into the air.

Lu Ting bent down, scooped up her knees with one hand and supported her back with the other, and steadily carried her into his arms.

If you won't let me carry you, then I'll hug you.

Lu Ting's voice was steady, and his steps were large and firm.

Jiang Mian was startled and quickly reached out to hug his neck.

"Hey, put me down right now!"

Even though Jiang Mian had a thick skin, she couldn't take it anymore and punched him on the shoulder with her little fist.

"How embarrassing!"

The female doctor sat behind her desk, watching the two people, her smile never fading.

"Be careful, don't walk too fast."

The female doctor gave a word of advice from behind.

Lu Ting stopped and turned around to reply.

"Don't worry, I'm fine."

He looked down at the little woman in his arms who wanted to bury her face in his chest, and gently rubbed his chin against the top of her head.

"It's not shameful," Lu Ting coaxed softly.

"It's only natural for me to hug my own wife."

Jiang Mian was completely speechless.

She buried her face in Lu Ting's chest, only revealing a section of her reddened earlobe.

Outside the examination room, many people were sitting in the corridor waiting for their tests.

Lu Ting, such a tall man, carrying a beautiful young girl as he came out of the clinic, almost instantly attracted everyone's attention.

Jiang Mian urged him in a muffled voice, "Hurry up."

Lu Ting, however, walked even slower.

His eyes scanned the ground, the cart, the corner of the corridor, and every person who might bump into him.

He walks a distance that would normally take only a few seconds as if he were on a mission.

Jiang Mian was both shy and sweet.

But Lu Ting didn't find it exaggerated at all.

In his eyes, the person he was holding was not a person.

It was his wife, and the little one they had just found out about.

Upon reaching the stairwell, Lu Ting walked down the inside of the staircase.

He held Jiang Mian protectively in his arms, not letting her get any closer to the outer edge.

Jiang Mian muttered softly, "I really can walk by myself."

Lu Ting lowered his head, his voice like he was coaxing a child, "No."

Jiang Mian: "..."

She realized that this man was completely unreasonable.

From the third floor to the first floor, it wasn't a long distance, but Lu Ting walked with an air of unease, as if the whole world was unsafe.

Once they were outside the hospital building, as soon as the wind blew in, Lu Ting immediately pulled Jiang Mian closer to his chest.

"Are you cold?"

Jiang Mian shook her head.

"I'm not cold."

Lu Ting hugged her even tighter.

The Mercedes was parked outside the hospital building.

Lu Ting used one hand to protect Jiang Mian, and with the other hand, he opened the back door and carefully put her inside.

He bent down to make sure she was seated properly, then pulled the thin blanket from the back seat over to cover her knees.

Seeing his alarmed expression, Jiang Mian couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy.

"Honey, aren't you going a bit too far?"

Lu Ting bent down to straighten the corner of the blanket for her.

"Not an exaggeration."

"The doctor said I need to be careful during the first three months."

Jiang Mian tilted her head to look at her husband, "But the doctor also said I'm in very good health."

Lu Ting paused.

Even if you're in good health, you still need to be careful.

Jiang Mian was speechless and simply stopped talking.

Lu Ting closed the car door for her and then went around to the driver's seat.

He had just opened the car door when his stomach suddenly churned again.

A delicious aroma of seafood porridge wafted from somewhere near the hospital entrance.

Lu Ting's brows furrowed instantly.

He raised his hand to suppress his appetite and quickly held it in.

Jiang Mian saw this through the car window and quickly lowered the window a little.

Are you feeling unwell again?

Lu Ting immediately shook his head.

"fine."

After he finished speaking, fearing that the wind might blow on Jiang Mian, he immediately rolled the car window back up.

Jiang Mian felt both sorry for him and wanted to laugh.

Pregnancy is such a cruel thing, it doesn't make any sense at all. She, the pregnant woman, is perfectly fine.

Lu Ting, the father, was the one who suffered the most from the fishy smell and seafood.

The car started quickly and then drove smoothly out of the hospital gate.

Just as the Mercedes drove away, Acheng rushed to the front of the hospital building with his briefcase.

He had just stepped onto the steps when he saw the last scene of Lu Ting carrying Jiang Mian into the car.

Lu Ting's face was frighteningly tense.

Jiang Mian leaned against him, her cheeks flushed red, and she seemed to have no strength at all.

Acheng stopped abruptly.

Just as he was about to go forward and call for help, the Mercedes-Benz had already driven away from the entrance.

"Mr. Lu..."

The sound got stuck in his throat and didn't get a chance to come out.

Acheng stood there, sweat pouring down his forehead.

Because Smith and Liu Wensen arrived in Hong Kong at the same time, he received instructions from Qian Weimin to go to the villa to call them.

As it turned out, the maid said that Mr. Lu and Ms. Jiang were not feeling well and had driven to the hospital early in the morning, so Acheng rushed to the hospital.

Now he saw Lu Ting carrying someone out with his own eyes, looking as tense as if something terrible had happened.

Miss Jiang's face was still very red, and she couldn't even walk.

This……

"What do we do? What do we do? Doctor Jiang might be in serious trouble!"

Acheng became increasingly panicked, and he turned and ran out of the hospital.

As they arrived at the ground-level parking lot, Acheng opened the car door, muttering to himself.

"No, I have to tell the boss right away!"