"Dysmenorrhea?" Aunt Ling first breathed a sigh of relief, and then said nervously, "This matter is big or small, and it may affect future fertility. But then again, some women will not have it after giving birth.
I have menstrual cramps."
"Aunt Ling, I'm asking for a way to immediately relieve the pain. No matter how short the birth is, it still takes ten months to conceive?" Rong Beiming felt sorry for Nian En and wished that there was some good medicine that could relieve her pain immediately.
He could help her with anything, but he couldn't replace the physical pain. So, he felt very anxious and angry.
"Yes! Mr. Rong, I think En is probably cold. I'm going to get her some brown sugar water. It should be better if she drinks it."
"Aunt Ling, Nian En has a shallow face..."
Aunt Ling quickly replied: "I understand, Mr. Rong, don't worry! I'll do it myself. You go up first and accompany Nian En. I'll serve it when I'm done."
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Leaning in Rong Beiming's arms, Yu Nianen looked at the steaming bowl of brown sugar water and wondered whether she should drink it. She was young and had no knowledge and experience in this area. She didn't know whether this was suitable for women during menstruation or for miscarriage.
After all, it is still helpful to some extent.
"Drink! This is sweet, brown sugar water!" Rong Beiming blew it gently and brought it to her lips, "Be good, drink it, it won't hurt so much."
Yu Nianen took a slow sip, and Rong Beiming quickly asked: "How is it?"
She tilted her head and looked at him, did you mean it was that fast? Could it be that this was not brown sugar water but a fairy medicine?
Rong Beiming also realized that he was naive due to being too worried about her, and fed her all the brown sugar water in the bowl without saying a word.
"If it doesn't relieve after a while, you have to obey and go to the hospital." He put down the bowl, let her lean into his arms, and gently stroked her back with his big palm.
"It hurts..." She hummed softly and gripped his shirt tightly.
Only then did Rong Beiming see that his hand had habitually touched her waist, and he quickly moved up: "Does your waist hurt?"
"Yeah!" the doctor said. There was a big bruise on his lower back. Yu Nianen just hoped that Rong Beiming wouldn't see it now. When the bruise dissipated, he could deduce that it was a sprain caused by practicing martial arts.
The warm embrace and familiar body temperature brought Yu Nianen a lot of peace of mind. She had been struggling with pain and sadness for so long and was already exhausted. So, amid the dense pain and Rong Beiming's comfort, she fell into a deep sleep.
middle.
In the evening, Rong Beiming had dinner brought to the room. He specially ordered the kitchen to prepare blood-tonifying soup for Yu Nianen.
Yu Nianen had no appetite at first, but seeing his worried eyes and caring expression, she couldn't bear to hurt him, so she had to force herself to eat something and drink a bowl of soup.
"Too little food!" The man was obviously not satisfied yet.
"That's a lot!"
"Be good, eat some more, you are like this because you are weak."
"No, it's not good to gain weight. I'm practicing dancing." She really couldn't eat anymore, so she had to push it to dancing again.
A trace of displeasure flashed in Rong Beiming's eyes. She would find this reason whenever he asked her to eat. He put some vegetables in the bowl for her: "Don't dance when you get fat. I will support you."
What are you afraid of?"
"I like dancing!"
"So what if you like it? Can you still dance for the rest of your life? Let me tell you, health is the most important thing." Seeing that she didn't move her chopsticks, he picked up the food and brought it to her lips, "Open your mouth!"