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

Jiang Mian and Lu Ting exchanged a glance.

Jiang Mian searched through the original owner's memories and thought about the Lu family's situation.

"Doctor, neither of our families has a history of twins," Jiang Mian answered truthfully.

The old expert pushed his reading glasses up his nose, a smile appearing on his wrinkled face.

She held the ultrasound image up to the light again, and with her other hand, she circled two locations on it with a ballpoint pen.

"That's strange," the old expert said, pointing to two dark areas on the film.

"Look, there's one here, and another one here."

Lu Ting's tall body tensed instantly, and he even paused for a moment.

The old expert put down the film, his tone very confident.

"The fetal heartbeat is present, and the development is in line with the gestational age."

"Look, there's one here, and another one over here."

"The two children are clearly separated, and they both seem to be doing well so far."

Lu Ting froze on the spot.

Those dark eyes, which usually carried a hint of coldness, widened slightly at this moment.

He was stunned for a full three seconds.

Then, his rugged face completely broke down, revealing two rows of neat white teeth.

two!

The two sandalwood cribs he made by hand actually came in very handy!

But this state of ecstasy lasted for less than five seconds.

The next second, the smile on his face vanished, replaced by doubled tension and a solemn expression as if facing a formidable enemy.

Pregnant with one child is enough to make people anxious, but pregnant with two, doesn't the risk double?

Lu Ting placed his hands on the old expert's desk and leaned forward slightly.

"Doctor, is carrying twins particularly taxing on the mother's body?"

"Does her usual diet need to be adjusted? Should her calcium and folic acid dosage be increased?"

"We live in an apartment building. Isn't it dangerous for her to go up and down the stairs every day?"

"She used to take a bath in the sunken bathtub every night before bed. Is she still able to do that?"

"besides……"

The old expert was momentarily stunned by his barrage of questions.

She worked at the provincial people's hospital for decades. She had seen people so excited that they wiped away tears after learning they were having twins, and she had also seen people worrying about having to feed more people.

This is the first time I've ever seen a man so nervous.

Jiang Mian, watching from the side, was both annoyed and amused. She stretched out her elbow and gently poked Lu Ting's waist.

"Keep your voice down, you're scaring the doctor."

She tilted her head back, a hint of teasing in her voice, "You've been throwing up for me for months and you're not this scared."

Lu Ting didn't hear her joke at all.

His mind was filled with thoughts of "twins" and "risks," and he stared intently at the doctor, afraid of missing a single word.

The old expert cleared his throat, feeling immense pressure under his gaze, and could only lower his head and open the reference notes on the table.

"Twins do require more careful care, but don't be too nervous, the pregnant woman is in very good health."

As she spoke, she picked up a pen and quickly wrote something on a blank prescription sheet.

"Nutrition should be balanced, but the amount should not be increased blindly to prevent macrosomia."

"After the second trimester, try to reduce the amount of heavy work that takes a long time."

"Pay attention to your daily activities as well, avoiding strenuous exercise and external collisions..."

The old expert wrote a full page and handed it to Lu Ting.

"These are some points to note; please take them back and read them carefully."

Lu Ting took the paper as if he were receiving a military order.

He lowered his head and read it word by word, going over it three times.

Then he took a pen out of his shirt pocket, uncapped it, and drew three heavy horizontal lines on the paper.

"Lifting heavy objects is prohibited."

"Long-distance travel is prohibited."

"Be careful to avoid slipping and falling."

"Check-up every two weeks."

After he finished writing, he carefully folded the paper and put it into his innermost pocket.

After leaving the hospital, I got back into the car.

Lu Ting didn't say a word, but his entire aura changed.

He started the car and slowed it down to an even slower speed than when he came.

With one hand on the steering wheel, he kept an eye on Jiang Mian's side at all times.

If the car body swayed even slightly, his arm would immediately reach out to form a solid protective circle.

Jiang Mian turned her head to the side, looking at the man's taut jawline, feeling both soft and sweet inside.

She took a preserved plum out of her bag and held it between her fingers.

"husband."

"Um."

Open your mouth.

Lu Ting subconsciously opened his mouth, and a sweet and sour preserved plum was stuffed into it.

The sour taste exploded on the tip of my tongue, suppressing the nausea that surged up due to excessive tension.

It was already evening when we returned to the Red Star Brigade villa.

After parking the car, Lu Ting's first action was to walk around to the passenger side and "invite" Jiang Mian out of the car.

The way he held her made it seem as if he wasn't holding his wife, but rather two priceless treasures that would break at the slightest touch.

As soon as Jiang Mian settled down on the sofa, Lu Ting picked up the phone and dialed the county party committee office.

"Uncle Zhao, it's me, Jiang Mian."

On the other end of the phone, Zhao Jianguo's hearty laughter immediately came through.

"Xiao Jiang, how have you been lately? Have you been feeling unwell anywhere?"

"Uncle Zhao, I'm doing well and have some good news to share with you."

Jiang Mian's lips curved into a smile, her voice filled with laughter, "I went to the provincial capital for a checkup today, and I'm pregnant with twins."

There was a two-second silence on the other end of the phone.

Immediately following was an even louder laugh from Zhao Jianguo.

"Hahaha! Great news! Good things come in pairs!"

He said "good news" twice, his joy completely undisguised.

"Don't worry, taking care of your pregnancy is the most important thing!"

"I'll contact the county hospital immediately. I'll personally speak to Director Wen of the Obstetrics and Gynecology Department and ask her to assemble an expert team, ready to be on call at any time!"

"You won't need to go to the provincial capital for follow-up checkups anymore; I've had them prepare the best resources for you!"

"Thank you, Uncle Zhao."

"What are you thanking me for! You're bringing good fortune to our Tomato County!"

After hanging up the phone, Jiang Mian turned around and saw Lu Ting standing at the door of the workroom.

The man's gaze fell on the completed rosewood crib in the corner, and the half-finished set next to him that had just been cut and was exactly the same size.

It turns out that his inexplicable intuition had already provided the answer.

Jiang Mian smiled and shook her head, just about to say something.

Lu Ting suddenly moved.

He turned and strode into the storage room, and a moment later came out with a measuring tape in his hand.

Jiang Mian asked, somewhat puzzled, "Why are you holding a ruler?"

Lu Ting remained silent.

He walked straight to the stairwell leading to the second floor and squatted down.

With a whoosh, the metal strip of the measuring tape was pulled out.

One end of the ruler rests against the edge of the step, while the other end is pulled to the base of the next step.

The man lowered his head, looking at the markings on the measuring tape in the light, his brows furrowed tightly.

Not only the height of the steps, he also measured the width of the stair treads with a ruler, and then wrote a number on the wainscoting next to it with a pencil.

After measuring this level, he took another step forward to measure the fourth level.

Completely focused and meticulous.

Jiang Mian walked forward and stopped at the bottom step of the stairs, looking at the man's broad back.

"Honey, what are you doing here measuring the stairs with a tape measure?"

Lu Ting's hands didn't stop moving.

He turned to look at Jiang Mian, his expression serious.

"The doctor's prescription says to be careful to avoid slipping and falling."

"I just measured it carefully, and the steps of this staircase are made of tiles, and the edges are not rounded."

He put the measuring tape back into the box with a soft click.

"I'll get some non-slip mats tomorrow."

Lu Ting stood up and patted the dust off his trousers.

"I have to re-wrap every single step."