"The factory director is right. I will go back and revise it before reporting it to you?"

"No need, your teaching tasks are heavier, I can just leave the revisions to my secretary.

In addition, I have another good news for you. I showed the hospital drawings you designed to the engineers, and they said they are completely achievable.

They also praised your design for its grandeur and novelty, which inspired them a lot."

"Well, I was just thinking randomly. I was just thinking about it when I was alone." Zhang Yan said with a modest smile.

After chatting for a few more words, Zhang Yan quickly said goodbye and left.

There are still seventy-three students waiting for him to go to class.

Time flies, and another month has passed in a flash.

"Zhang Yan, when do you think this fate will come? We have worked hard enough this month, why doesn't this fate come?" Tong Mei lay sweating profusely in Zhang Yan's arms and murmured.

After being married for half a year and having no children, Tong Mei was under great pressure.

Although everyone didn't dare to say it in front of her, they talked about her behind her back a lot, and she caught her off guard several times.

Even Director Zhou called her into the office, showed concern for her as usual and asked her to go to the hospital for a check-up.

What can Tong Mei say?

We can only work hard silently and try harder.

During this period of time, the two of them worked really hard.

Originally, Zhang Yan thought that he would never need the medicinal wine he brewed, but before the month was over, he began to secretly drink Huqian wine.

There was no way, Tong Mei could have tied with him originally. Although Zhang Yan was the winner every time, it was just a miserable victory.

Nowadays, Tong Mei is fooled by Zhang Yan's words that her fate has not come yet and that she doesn't work hard enough, at least twice every night.

Zhang Yan finally realized that women are made of water, and there will always be squeezes.

Women's resilience is unmatched by men.

Women always cry and shout, I can't do it anymore, I can't bear it anymore, I can't hold it in any longer, but after crying and shouting, they can still continue after wiping away the tears.

As a man, this is not the case. He is a man who works hard at one go, then fails again, and then becomes exhausted again and again.

Zhang Yan tried his best every day and died of exhaustion.

Thanks to it, the Tiger Qian wine he brewed was very effective. If it weren't for Zhang Yan, he doubted whether he would survive until next month.

"This fate cannot be rushed.

There is a saying that when doing good deeds, don’t ask about the future; don’t ask about the direction of your heart, don’t ask about the west or the east.

Let's do our best, and when fate comes, this child will naturally come." Zhang Yan comforted Tong Mei with some guilt.

Women in this era are still very traditional and can even be said to be ignorant.

When I give birth to a child, I always think that it is my fault, instead of thinking that maybe it is not a woman's problem, but maybe a man's problem.

Zhang Yan started to worry, isn't it his own problem?

Although he is a doctor, doctors do not heal themselves.

No matter how powerful he is, he still can't take his own pulse and see a doctor.

Zhang Yan decided to find someone to take his pulse and check his body tomorrow.

If it is really your problem, you must seize the time to fix it.

As a doctor, there is no such thing as hiding a disease or avoiding medical treatment.

"Really?" Tong Mei looked at Zhang Yan with some suspicion.

She really wanted to keep working hard, but now she was sore and weak.

Over the past month, she has always been the victorious one.

However, after killing eight hundred enemies and losing nine hundred to herself, she was not relaxed either. She was so tired and exhausted every night that she fell into a coma.

The next morning, I still couldn't recover when I woke up.

If it weren't for the medicinal wine prepared by Zhang Yan, Tong Mei wouldn't have been able to hold on.

"Of course it's true. Can I still lie to you?" Zhang Yan comforted Tong Mei while stroking her hair.

I will go to Tongrentang tomorrow to find an old Chinese medicine doctor to take my pulse.

If it doesn't work, go to Liu Duzhou and ask him to take a pulse.

Big deal, big deal, promise him, wait a few years to become a part-time professor at the College of Traditional Chinese Medicine.

Um!

Even if you want to go, you must be a professor.

Zhang Yan gritted his teeth and decided.

The next day, after Zhang Yan finished his lecture, he rode his bicycle to Tongrentang.

"Comrade, are you buying medicine or asking for a consultation?" As soon as Zhang Yang walked into Tong Ren Tang, a clerk came over.

"Ask a doctor! Find an experienced old gentleman."

"Comrade, you came just in time today. Mr. Zhou happens to be having a consultation in the hall today." The waiter enthusiastically led Zhang Yan to the clinic on the other side where the old Chinese doctors were sitting.

"Hello, Mr. Zhou." Zhang Yan looked at Mr. Zhou.

This is an old Chinese medicine doctor in his sixties. His hair is a little gray, but his complexion is rosy. At first glance, he is deeply interested in the three flavors of health preservation.

"Young man, what's wrong with you?" When Zhang Yan was observing Mr. Zhou, Mr. Zhou was also observing Zhang Yan.

"Well, my wife and I have been married for half a year and have no children. I want to ask Mr. Zhou to help me take a pulse." Zhang Yan sat across from Mr. Zhou and told the story calmly.

"Okay! Let me take your pulse." Mr. Zhou took a deep look at Zhang Yan, and then said with a gentle smile.

Men came to see a doctor because they could not have children. He had met many doctors in his life, but this was the first one who was as calm and indifferent as Zhang Yan.

In the past, those people were secretive or looked depressed.

Zhang Yan stretched out his hand and placed it on the pulse pillow.

"Young man, your pulse is smooth and strong, neither urgent nor slow, and you are in good health.

Judging from the pulse, it's not your fault that you can't have a baby.

Giving birth to a child also requires fate, young man, don't be anxious, when the fate comes, the child will come naturally." After Mr. Zhou checked the pulse, he said to Zhang Yan with a smile.

I was secretly surprised at Zhang Yan's body.

He has been practicing medicine all his life, and Zhang Yan is the one with the best health he has ever encountered.

People who eat whole grains will not get sick.

Under normal circumstances, as long as you are a human being, you will have some symptoms in your body.

It's just a matter of priorities.

"Sorry to trouble you!" Zhang Yan thanked him, got up and went outside to pay the consultation fee, and then left.

I knew that there should be no problem with me. After all, he was a systematic man. How could he suffer from infertility?

Think about those senior time travellers, which one doesn’t have children in groups?

Zhang Yan comforted himself and returned home.

Forget it, many senior time travelers were artificially castrated by the author. Although they have the ability to have children, they are lonely and single all their lives, and how can they have children.

"Why are you back today?" Tong Mei stuck her head out of the kitchen to greet Zhang Yan as usual.

"I went to Tongrentang." Zhang Yan replied casually.

The smart Tong Mei instantly understood why Zhang Yan went to Tongrentang.

It was only today that she learned that being unable to have a child was not only a woman's problem, but also had something to do with men.

I originally planned to talk to Zhang Yan about this.
Chapter completed!