Marry a Rich Old Man

Arrived at the dim sum shop at eight o'clock, already a lot late. Fortunately, the store manager knew yesterday that An Wuyang was not feeling well. When he saw him coming, he just asked, "Are you okay?"

"I'm sorry store manager, I'm late." An Wuyang apologized, especially after being cared about, he seemed very guilty: "Deduct the money according to the rules, store manager."

On the other side, he smiled, waved his hand generously and said, "Please don't be so serious, okay, you are a work-study student party, how dare I deduct your money."

Moreover, this good-looking and hard-working little brother has performed very well since he came to the store. If the other party is not a student, the store manager hopes that he can stay for a long time.

"Thank you, the store manager." An Wuyang was very embarrassed, feeling that he had taken advantage of it: "Then I will get off work later today and help everyone with the meal shift."

Otherwise, according to his personality, he would feel uncomfortable.

The store manager looked at him helplessly: "If you insist, it's up to you."

"Yeah." An Wuyang nodded: "Then I'll go to work."

Then go to the locker room to change into the staff uniform, go to the back kitchen to find Xiao Lin, and return the money for the barbecue last night to him.

"Thank you, Brother Lin." An Wuyang said.

"Why are you polite?" Xiao Lin wore a mask and bumped An Wuyang with his elbow: "What number are you going to do?"

An Wuyang lowered his head and started to work, heard this and thought for a while: "It will be around the 25th of the month."

Anyway, he is a local student, and his home is at most about an hour's drive from the school, so a few days of time is enough.

"Hey, are you hungry? There are freshly baked bread and butter here." A female colleague came over with a tray, and approached Xiao Lin and An Wuyang to let them take it.

"Thank you, Miss Fang." Xiao Lin immediately took one.

As for An Weiyang, he smelled a strong smell of butter, with the smell of burnt toast, and immediately turned his head like a ghost.

The female colleague said curiously: "Hey, Xiao An, don't you want to eat?"

An Wuyang covered the mask, shook his head and said, "Well, I won't eat it, thank you..." Because let alone eating bread, even the smell made him want to vomit and feel nauseous.

Depressed, like the feeling in the morning.

"Okay, then I'll ask other people." After the female colleague left, Xiao Lin approached him in a jerky way: "You don't want to eat the delicious butter bread?"

This is free, if you don't eat it, you don't eat it for nothing.

"Hey..." This man kept leaning towards him with a greasy smell, An Wuyang really wanted to hit him: "The smell is too greasy, you go to the side and eat before you come back, don't affect my work."

Xiao Lin was so wronged: "Where it is greasy, it is obviously very fragrant."

He remembered that An Wuyang liked to eat very much last time.

"I may not be feeling well recently, and I can't smell greasy things." An Wuyang wrinkled his nose, trying hard to suppress the nausea.

"Haha." Xiao Lin said: "Your symptoms, don't you mean you are pregnant?"

"What the hell?" An Wuyang smiled angrily, "I'm still sleepy, otherwise why would I be late in the morning."

Two teenagers in their late teens were chatting nonsense in the back kitchen, chatting about the upcoming college life for a while, and chatting about masturbating or eating chicken.

Time flies.

I have a meal at the dim sum shop at noon, not takeaway, but home-fried pork belly, stir-fried vegetables, or melons, and occasionally scrambled eggs with tomatoes, and steamed fish.

Although there is not much meat, it is nutritious and healthy, a hundred times better than eating takeaway.

An Wuyang used to like to eat pork belly that had been refined and oiled, the burnt aroma and oily taste were particularly exciting, but today he didn't want to touch any of it, he just wanted to pick vegetables to eat.

After eating, you can lie down on the round table in the lounge and rest for about half an hour, and then get up again to deliver cakes or process customer orders.

For errands such as delivery, because An Wuyang is a local, he knows the route well, and has a good image, the store manager always likes to order him around.

After the break today, he was called by the store manager to deliver the goods. An Wuyang had a big head, because he felt that he couldn't open his eyes and wanted to sleep very much.

Seeing this, the shop manager immediately called other shop assistants to go: "Xiao An, if you are not feeling well, you can ask for leave, and you don't have to force yourself to go to work."

An Wuyang blushed, rubbed his eyes hard to open, and said, "I'm fine, but I'm seriously sleepy..."

He felt very embarrassed, and immediately stood up and wanted to go to the bathroom to wash his face and wake himself up.

Unexpectedly, when he stood up, he was dizzy and dizzy, feeling as if he would faint at any time, so he sat back on the chair unbearably.

"Xiao An, what's the matter?" The store manager saw him lying on his stomach with a slap, and quickly patted him on the shoulder to ask.

An Wuyang shook his head, recovered after a while, and said to the store manager: "Shop manager, I think I should ask for leave today, don't remember my attendance today."

He felt that he was really dying, and there might be something wrong with his body.

"Really, go back and rest, I'll remember you for a long time." The store manager kindly helped An Wuyang out, called a car for him on the side of the road, and told him by the way: "It's too hot here, and there are so many people suffering from heatstroke. If you feel that tomorrow is not enough, then come back the day after tomorrow.”

"Thank you, manager." An Wuyang thanked him repeatedly.

He got into the car, the situation really looked bad, and he was weak.

The driver said, "Have you got heatstroke? Do you want to go to the hospital?"

After a long time, An Wuyang recalled what happened today, and he couldn't help thinking, if he said he didn't need to go, what would happen?

An Wuyang doesn't know.

Now he only knows that he doesn't seem to be a symptom of heat stroke, but he doesn't know why his body becomes weak.

Although it costs money to go to the hospital to register, he felt in his pocket for the salary he had just paid, thinking that he would always feel at ease when he went for a check-up.

"Well, let's go to the hospital."

The kind-hearted uncle driver sent the man to the gate of the hospital, and said enthusiastically: "Can you go to register yourself, or do you want me to take you there?"

An Wuyang quickly waved his hand: "Thank you uncle, I can do it myself."

After paying the money, he got out of the car. After all, everyone is working hard to make a living, and he has no reason to occupy other people's time.

So An Wuyang went to register alone, paid the money, and checked him. The doctor who saw him was a kind-faced middle-aged and elderly doctor with gray temples and a little older.

"Little friend." Seeing what was written on the information, the doctor directly used a general term: "What's wrong, tell me about the symptoms?"

An Wuyang: "...dizziness, nausea, nausea, drowsiness, and lack of energy."

The doctor stared at him, and immediately looked up and down, and found that he was right, it was a boy: "Are you anorexic?"

The fair and clean boy shook his head: "I'm not anorexic, but I just don't want to eat greasy things, such as barbecue and butter bread. I feel like vomiting when I smell it. Is there something wrong with my spleen and stomach? Or is it caused by the change of seasons?"

"Stick out your tongue and let me have a look." After reading it, the doctor said, "Put out your hand, and let me feel your pulse."

The dry and warm fingertips rested on An Wuyang's white and slender wrist. After a while, the doctor asked, "When was the last time you had sex?"

At first An Wuyang thought he heard it wrong, the doctor actually asked about intercourse when he saw a doctor, and it was not that there was something wrong with his lower body.

In front of the elder, the thin-skinned young man scratched his burning ears and replied in a low voice, "It was just that once a month ago."

The doctor nodded: "Wait a minute, I'll type up some forms, and you can take them for a routine examination."

"Ok."

After a while, An Wuyang took the list and saw that it was a blood test item. He asked nervously, "Doctor, am I okay?"

The doctor said: "Don't be afraid of routine checkups. I'll tell you after you go for checkups."

With a little uneasiness in his heart, An Wuyang went to the blood test department and waited in line for his number to be called.

The blood test results came out very quickly on the same day. An Wuyang was thinking about asking the doctor to show him the report, thus ignoring the stunned expressions of the medical staff.

An Wuyang took the test report and read it while walking. The result of the blood test report was 3255.500. He didn't understand what it meant.

"Is there a result?" The doctor stretched out his hand, looking a little impatient to see the result: "Let me see."

Although he is not a professional doctor in obstetrics and gynecology, he has been practicing medicine for many years, and he can still tell at a glance that the boy's blood test results show that he is pregnant, and the fetus is about five weeks old.

as big as World, nothing is nonexistent.

Doctors have seen Liezi who looks like this male but is able to conceive before.

After he put down the report, he said seriously and slowly: "You are pregnant, and the fetus is about five weeks old, which coincides with the date of your last intercourse."

An Wuyang froze, as if listening to a scripture.

what pregnancy...

He opened his mouth and said, "I'm pregnant, I'm pregnant..." Although he didn't intend to suspect that the doctor was wrong, he just said, "Doctor, I'm a man, really."

"I know you're a man." The doctor's brows were also tightly frowned, and he felt that the child might not survive: "I knew you were pregnant when I gave you the pulse just now, and with the blood test report, the result There's nothing wrong with that."

Looking at the boy with a pale face, the doctor couldn't bear it, but he still had to say something in time: "The fetus is only five weeks old now, and it's just so small in your stomach. It's not impossible for you to have an abortion, but I remind you You, compared to women, have a higher risk rate of abortion surgery, and you need special surgery, and your parents need to sign, so our hospital dares to do it for you."

"..." To An Wuyang, piles of news were like bombs, causing his mind to go blank.

These completely impossible things, the doctor told him to be true.

The first thing An Wuyang thought of was how angry and disappointed his parents would be if they knew.

The second thing that comes to mind is, how much will it cost for special surgery?