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

Lu Ting frowned, completely unable to understand what he was rambling on about.

"What did he see?"

Qian Weimin thought he was still putting on a brave face, and he was so anxious that he kept stamping his feet.

"Don't hold back anymore!"

"This is Dr. Charlie, one of the best private doctors on Hong Kong Island."

"There are also ginseng and cash in the car outside."

"As long as it's curable, whether it's transferring to another hospital or bringing in specialists, I, Old Qian, won't even blink!"

Attorney Huang, who was standing next to him, quickly took a step forward and hugged his briefcase tightly.

"Mr. Lu, no matter what kind of overseas medical liability exemption procedure is required, I can provide legal documents on the spot, and it will definitely not delay the treatment time."

Dr. Charlie also stepped forward carrying his suitcase.

"Sir, please allow me to examine the patient's condition first."

He had barely taken half a step when Lu Ting blocked his way.

Lu Ting looked at him, his face as black as the bottom of an old pot that had been burning firewood for ten years.

"What nonsense are you talking about? She just came back from the hospital, and the test results were fine."

"No need to go through all that trouble."

Upon hearing this, Qian Weimin panicked even more.

"The test results are good? Then why can't you walk?"

Lu Tingmei's heart skipped a beat.

Jiang Mian leaned back on the sofa cushions, looking at the crowd standing in a row three meters away, and almost choked on her water.

With Boss Qian's incredible imagination, it would be a waste if he didn't write storybooks.

She stretched out her fair fingers and gently poked Lu Ting's taut back twice.

Lu Ting immediately turned around, his voice dropping to a low level.

"What's wrong? Did they disturb you? I'll make them leave right away."

Jiang Mian was both amused and exasperated. "Honey, don't be so fierce. Boss Qian is just worried about me."

Jiang Mian had no choice but to peek out from behind him.

Today she was wearing a loose beige silk loungewear, her face was fair with a rosy glow, and her eyes were bright and sparkling. There was not a trace of the dejected look of a terminally ill patient.

Seeing that she could still speak, Qian Weimin quickly tried to comfort her.

"Dr. Jiang, please don't force yourself. Just tell Old Qian what you want."

"Although I, Qian Weimin, don't have any great abilities, I can still find doctors, medicines, and specialists."

Jiang Mian smiled and said, "Boss Qian, Ah Cheng's eyesight is bad, he's mistaken."

Jiang Mian leaned back into the soft cushion, her tone carrying a lazy smile.

Qian Weimin was taken aback. "Did you see wrong? But Brother Lu's expression..."

Jiang Mian rolled her eyes at Lu Ting and explained with a smile, "He's just being overly nervous."

Lu Ting pursed his lips, offering no rebuttal.

Qian Weimin hadn't reacted yet.

He looked at Jiang Mian, then at Lu Ting, and then at the corners of the tables and cabinets that were covered up.

The more I look at it, the more confused I get.

"Dr. Jiang, are you really alright?"

"fine."

Jiang Mian leaned back into the soft pillow, her fingers gently resting on her lower abdomen.

Everyone in the living room was staring at her.

Dr. Charlie was carrying his medical kit.

Attorney Huang was carrying a briefcase.

Ah Hai was holding the safe.

Qian Weimin was still holding the wooden box containing the old ginseng.

Jiang Mian's eyes curved slightly, and her voice fell softly.

"I'm pregnant."

Clang.

The marble floor made a dull thud.

The century-old ginseng box in Qian Weimin's hand was turned upside down in an instant.

The ginseng rolled out and hung precariously on the edge of the wooden box.

Qian Weimin's mouth gaped open, and he even forgot to breathe.

A full ten seconds passed before he finally took a deep breath.

"Pregnant...?!"

Jiang Mian leaned back on the sofa and casually pulled the cushion behind her.

"Um."

This statement was like an explosion in the living room.

Qian Weimin slapped his thigh hard and burst into loud laughter.

"What a joyous occasion!"

He got so excited that he spun around twice on the spot, then pointed at Ah Cheng and started cursing.

"You little brat, did you go out without a sign?! ​​Doctor Jiang, this is a pregnancy sign! And you actually told me…"

"You've already withdrawn a million in cash, and you expect me to use that money as a wedding gift?!"

Ah Cheng shrank back, not daring to utter a sound.

But he clearly breathed a huge sigh of relief.

Dr. Charlie, carrying his medical kit, first looked at the old ginseng that had fallen to the ground, then at Jiang Mian, whose face was glowing red.

"Mr. Qian, since this lady is only pregnant and not in any life-threatening danger, I'll head back now. My consultation fee..."

"Double it! Go to finance and get ten times the amount!"

Qian Weimin waved his hand, appearing extremely wealthy and powerful.

"Consider this a small red envelope to thank you for the trouble, and may it bring you some good luck!"

Dr. Charlie shrugged and turned to leave decisively.

He wouldn't mind making a trip to see someone pregnant, even if it meant paying ten times the usual consultation fee.

Seeing this, Attorney Huang quietly slipped the medical disclaimer in his hand down.

"Mr. Qian, what about this disclaimer...?"

"What exemption from responsibility!"

Qian Weimin turned and glared at him.

"Go back right now and draft a newborn trust fund plan!"

"I want to prepare a grand gift for the little prince or princess of Dongfang Fengwu!"

Attorney Huang pushed up his glasses and hugged his briefcase even tighter.

"Okay, Mr. Qian, I'll go back and work overtime to finish it right away."

Once the idlers left the room, the space suddenly felt much more spacious.

Lu Ting stood beside the sofa, his brows furrowing deeper and deeper.

These people are so noisy, they're practically sucking all the oxygen out of the room.

Especially Qian Weimin, whose startled voice made his ears ring.

Not to mention that he had just taken some century-old ginseng from the basement, and a strong smell of Chinese medicine wafted out, making him feel nauseous.

Lu Ting took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed the churning in his stomach.

"Keep your voice down," Lu Ting interrupted coldly.

Qian Weimin immediately covered his mouth and nodded repeatedly.

He then lowered his voice, but the excitement on his face didn't diminish at all.

"Brother Lu, this is truly a momentous occasion for all of us in the East!"

He rubbed his hands together and started wandering around the room aimlessly, muttering to himself as he frantically made plans.

"No way! This is too pathetic!"

"Ah Hai! Call the Hong Kong Sanatorium & Hospital right now and reserve the VIP maternity suite on the top floor for me. From today onwards, it's for Dr. Jiang's exclusive use!"

"Then hire the four best nutritionists and two Michelin-starred chefs in Hong Kong Island, and have them on call 24/7!"

"Security needs to be increased too. Send me forty bodyguards, two shifts a day, to guard this hillside villa so well that not even a fly can get in!"

"Oh right! The environment needs to be nice too. Order fresh flowers flown in from the Netherlands and fill the yard with them every morning! A pregnant woman's mood is the most important thing!"

Ah Hai was sweating profusely as he listened, and he quickly took notes with his pen.

"No need," Lu Ting interrupted him without any politeness.

Qian Weimin was stunned and quickly looked over.

"Why, Brother Lu? This is..."