Chapter 42 Follow-up
Wang Deming rushed over, hugged his sister Yan Baozhen, slowly put her on the ground to prevent her from falling, and then pinched her philtrum.

Yan Baozhen slowly woke up, looking around with a hint of confusion, "Deming, Mom, what's wrong with me?"

Old Man Chang and Wang Shuqin stood by anxiously, and the two children were so scared that they burst into tears!

"Sister, you just fainted."

"I guess you were suddenly frightened, and your emotions were extremely happy or sad, so your self-protection mechanism kicked in."

Old Man Chang said anxiously: "Deming, stop talking for now!"

"Help your sister into the house and let her lie down and rest first."

"Then quickly ask a doctor to come home and take a good look at your sister."

Wang Shuqin, who was squatting beside her sister, said with pale lips and trembling voice: "Deming, my father-in-law is right."

"Help your sister back home quickly."

"Dad, Mom, I'm fine, don't worry," Yan Baozhen's voice was still weak.

She looked at the two children around her, forced a smile on her face, and said, "Renchun, Yichun, mom is fine."

"Mom was just too tired and fell asleep."

"Good boy, stop crying."

Yan Baozhen tried to stand up on her own, but her body went limp.

Wang Deming quickly supported her, hugged her waist, back and armpits, helped her stand up, and said with concern: "Sister, please don't be so stubborn."

"I'll help you back to the house first."

Wang Deming carefully helped Yan Baozhen to the east room of the north house, slowly let her sit on the edge of the kang, and then slowly let her lie down.

After Wang Shuqin took off Yan Baozhen's shoes, she moved her legs onto the kang and pulled out a thin silk quilt from the bedding on the kang to cover her.

Wang Deming took this opportunity to check Yan Baozhen's pulse. Soon after, he heaved a sigh of relief, a smile appeared on his face, and he said to Old Man Chang and Wang Shuqin, "Uncle Chang, Mom, my sister is pregnant."

"So when there is a severe emotional fluctuation, you will faint."

"I'll ask a doctor to come over right away and give my sister a thorough checkup."

Old Man Chang and Wang Shuqin also breathed a sigh of relief, and Wang Shuqin slumped down on the kang.

"Deming, go get the doctor, then we can feel more at ease."

"Well, I'll go right away."

"Step Eighth Daughter-in-law, you can take the two children to this room to accompany Baozhen, so that the children won't worry."

"Ah."

"I'm going back to Courtyard 82 first. The doctor will call me when he arrives."

"Father-in-law, you should also go and take a rest. You seem to be a little exhausted with so many things going on."

"Well, I'm worried about Baozhen. Just take a nap for a while."

"Okay, Deming, let's go out together and let them have a good rest first."

Wang Deming took out the Phoenix carriage, waved to Old Man Chang at the gate, ran two steps to get in the carriage, and rushed out like the wind.
Watching Wang Deming riding his bike away, Old Man Chang sighed deeply, hunched over, held on to the gate for a long time, and then slowly turned around.

There was a doctor from the Qing court in Beibingma Hutong next to Qinlao Hutong. After he was invited to Yan Baozhen's home to take her pulse, he came to the same conclusion as Wang Deming: after she became pregnant, she suddenly experienced extreme sorrow and joy, and she couldn't bear it and fainted.

There is no need to take any medicine, just rest well.

Afterwards, I checked Wang Shuqin's pulse and found nothing was wrong, she was just a little frightened.
Now, the family finally put their minds at ease. Old Man Chang smiled again, "Baozhen, from now on, just take good care of yourself and don't worry about the family."

"Adding a child and a talented eloquence is a big deal!"

After sending the doctor away with many thanks, Wang Deming watched his sister and the children fall asleep, then signaled his sleepy godmother to take a nap as well, and then returned to the west wing of Courtyard 81.

Looking at the messy dining table in the main hall, Wang Deming pulled the corners of his mouth with a wry smile, how unpredictable the world is!
At noon, there were still laughter and jokes, but in the blink of an eye, the wind blew the leaves and the rain hit the pipa, and the scene ended in desolation.
Ugh.
Wang Deming returned to his south room and looked at the messy room that had been turned upside down.
Perhaps the only thing to be thankful for is that my treasure has not been discovered.
I put the calligraphy and paintings back into the camphor wood cabinet bit by bit, and tidied up the desk.

Wang Deming changed into a coarse grey suit and returned to the main hall. Together with Wang Kui, they cleaned up the dining tables in the two courtyards: the roasted dishes were put together; the three white dishes and the braised pork elbow were put together; the tofu and the cabbage vermicelli were put together;
After all the dishes were washed, an apprentice of Shaguoju timidly knocked on the door and entered the yard. After getting permission, he quickly turned back and waved, calling the others outside the gate to come in.

All the newly built stoves in the yard were dismantled, the yard was cleaned, and all the belongings of the Sandpot House were packed up and taken away.

The courtyards of No. 81 and No. 82 Gulou East Street have regained their tranquility.
Wang Deming sat at his desk and solemnly took out the manuscript of "To Live" from the bookshelf, feeling filled with emotion.

Gently stroke the manuscript, today I am grateful to this manuscript.

Otherwise, looking at the marks on the ground, the cabinets were moved away a little bit, and it was obvious that the police had moved the cabinets to check the ground.

He opened the manuscript and pressed hard in the middle of the book to flatten the paper.

Art comes from life. Wang Deming's ideas flowed in his mind, and the pen in his hand kept jumping, and more tragic characters came to life on paper.
As I write this, the sun sets in the west and it is already dark outside, but the usual laughter of children is no longer heard in the yard.

Wang Deming closed the manuscript, carefully put it on the bookshelf, and went out to the north room.

"Mom, are you pregnant with a little brother or sister?"

As soon as I walked into the middle hall, I heard Yichun's baby voice, which was very healing.

"um, yes!"

"Then did Yichun also come out of her mother's belly?"

"But mommy's belly is so small?"

"Mom's belly is getting bigger and bigger!" Renchun's voice rang out, "It's so big! Like a big balloon!"

Wang Deming walked into the east room of the north wing. Yichun was lying in the arms of her sister Yan Baozhen, while Renchun was sitting in the arms of her godmother Wang Shuqin.

"Sis, do you feel better?"

Yan Baozhen's face had turned a little redder. She moved her head slightly, smiled up at Wang Deming and said, "Deming, I'm much better now!"

"Are you all hungry?"

"I'll get up and cook now." After saying that, he propped himself up with his arms and tried to get up.

"Don't!" Wang Deming hurried forward to hold Yan Baozhen down, "Sister, there is still a lot of food left over from lunch, and Step Eighth Grandma (Wang Kui) is heating it up in the kitchen."

"Also, I will cook for the family from now on. You are pregnant now and your days are short, so you should rest more!"

Yan Baozhen lay down again, rolled her eyes and said, "How can I let a grown man like you cook?"

Wang Deming laughed, "Sister, ask mom how the food I cooked tastes?"

"Besides, the chefs in the restaurants outside are all men."

Wang Shuqin also advised: "Baozhen, listen to your brother, you have only a short time left, you must take good care of your body!"

"This House"

"There will be many things in this house that you will need to take care of in the future!"

"You have elderly parents and young children to take care of. If not for yourself, you have to think about them."

(End of this chapter)