"Ugh..."
As a plate of steamed fish was served, Lu Jiaxin caught a whiff of the fishy smell and suddenly felt nauseous, ultimately unable to resist running to the bathroom to throw up.
Nie Zhan followed her to the bathroom, gently patting her back, and when she finished vomiting, he said, "I've already asked Ah Hu to prepare the car; we're going to the hospital."
Lu Jiaxin shook her head and said, "No need to go to the hospital."
Nie Zhan immediately got anxious, "How can we not go to the hospital? Jiaxin, you haven't been one to avoid medical help before, what's going on now?"
Lu Jiaxin nearly vomited up bile this time, and she still felt weak: "It's not about avoiding medical help; I think I'm pregnant."
Her period had already been delayed for over a week, leading her to suspect a possible pregnancy. She was thinking of going for a check-up in a few days, not expecting such quick symptoms.
