CHAPTER 662: CHAPTER 50: MEETING THE PARENTS

Talking, the two of them had already reached the door of Zhuo Feng’s ward 608.

Through the glass on the door, they could see Feng Xing hovering by the bedside, feeding Zhuo Feng the congee that had just been delivered.

Xiao Xian hurriedly pushed open the door, getting ahead of Zhou Ziang, and entered the room. She was about to close the door when Zhou Ziang slightly held it ajar with his hand, his shoulder already through the door, slipping in like a greased loach.

Their back-and-forth actions attracted the attention of the postpartum women and their husbands who were eating in the ward.

Zhuo Feng wiped her mouth and stared bewilderingly at Xiao Xian and Zhou Ziang, who was behind her.

"Sister, he’s the doctor here for rounds," Xiao Xian said, compromising as the person had already entered.

"This doctor looks so familiar. A doctor on rounds needs to bring fruit? I’ve never heard of it," Zhuo Feng thought. She had had quite a comfortable stay at Mao Dazhu’s place. Before noon, a car from the 411 Hospital arrived, saying they arranged for her to be hospitalized to preserve her pregnancy. She thought it was Feng Xing’s doing and got on the car. After a while, Feng Xing rushed over too, nearly scared out of his wits when he heard his wife had been hospitalized.

"Ah Feng, look at your memory. He is that young expert we met in Yanqing," Feng Xing recalled first.

"I almost forgot, but how come an expert is also a doctor? Isn’t 411 Hospital the very famous military hospital?" Zhuo Feng had heard of people changing from farming to non-agricultural work, but never from farming to medical.

"You know each other?" Xiao Xian was also baffled, not expecting Zhou Ziang and Zhuo Feng had met before.

"We’ve met before. You weren’t around at that time," Zhou Ziang said, not at all surprised by the fact that Zhuo Feng was Xiao Xian’s aunt, noting some resemblance between their features.

What did that mean? Xiao Xian wasn’t at home?

And the plum blossoms Xiao Xian held in her hand, along with the blocking actions just now, if Zhuo Feng couldn’t tell there was an issue with that, then she was indeed too slow.

Zhuo Feng inwardly lamented, as she had tried every means to prevent Xiao Xian from dating too early. But now it seemed that with Yezi gone, a handsome doctor appeared, it was like blocking a wolf at the front door only to have a tiger come in at the back. The more she thought about it, the hot congee she had eaten turned cold in her stomach, churning, and her throat soured. She quickly called her husband to help her to the restroom, where she threw up all the congee she had eaten.

"You’ve vomited again. Don’t just stand here. If you have this free time, you might as well help me develop an antiemetic sooner," Xiao Xian, seeing Zhuo Feng vomiting again and unaware of what was on Zhuo Feng’s mind, urged Zhou Ziang to leave promptly, "I’ll take you to the pharmacy to check out the herbs that Master Huang mentioned."

"It will take some time to develop the medication. In this season, eating oranges can also help with nausea," Zhou Ziang could guess what Xiao Xian was thinking. He left the fruit basket on the bedside table of Zhuo Feng. Smelling the fragrance of the oranges seemed to improve Zhuo Feng’s complexion.

Reminded by this, Feng Xing thought oranges and orange peels worked the same way and peeled one for Zhuo Feng to eat. After a few bites, Zhuo Feng’s spirits lifted somewhat. But her gaze toward Xiao Xian and Zhou Ziang remained strange.

Zhuo Feng saw that he was quite attentive; setting aside the age difference between Xiao Xian and Zhou Ziang, Zhou Ziang, as a reservist husband, was not bad at all. A doctor with an iron rice bowl and a good income, and also handsome and thoughtful. Such a man would have made Zhuo Feng’s heart flutter if she hadn’t been married.

If Yezi knew Zhuo Feng’s thoughts, she would probably be so angry she’d jump up. Actually, it wasn’t Zhuo Feng’s fault. Yezi had an off-putting aura when she first appeared, not even mentioning the different dietary and lifestyle habits between minorities and Han people. Yezi didn’t complete higher education and came to Beijing in a daze, ending up helping Uncle Lu raise crabs.

Hearing this, any parent would feel it’s not quite right. Zhuo Feng, having raised Xiao Xian like her own daughter, with Xiao Xian being like her eldest daughter even if she had her own children later. Zhuo Feng belonged to a generation born into a well-off family with higher education and mainstream thinking.

In her heart, she knew that although women should be financially independent, it was also important to marry a good husband so the couple could work hard together, ensuring a more carefree future. Xiao Xian’s parents died early, and with her grandfather’s background, marrying a local from Beijing would ensure a house and a secure future. Civil servants were good, but to get ahead, they had to endure hardships like Feng Xing. The ones who were successful had to worry about getting involved in issues like Zhu Shi Jun did, bringing trouble to their families. Finding a doctor was the safest option of all.