unscrupulous pregnant woman

"Almsgiver, you are asking for the Buddha, not the poor monk." Abbot Huiming twisted the beads in his hand without rushing: "If the Buddha has the heart to help you, it is naturally the merit of the Buddha."

Cheng Yuan was stunned, bowed his head to the Buddha statue in the shrine not far away, and worshiped devoutly, then turned his head and said to Abbot Huiming: "The Buddha knows what I want, if it really comes true, I am willing to donate to build a temple for the sake of all Buddhas." Re-gilded."

Abbot Huiming closed his eyes and shook his head: "The Buddha doesn't care about these extraneous things. Whether the benefactor's request can be realized or not depends entirely on the predestined word."

"Fate?" Cheng Yuan lowered his head and smiled wryly.Look, what an ethereal word.

What is fate?

It is the beginning of everything, it is the end of all things, and all the love, hatred, hatred and ignorance in the world are it.

"Master, I have never lied to the Buddha in my life. All my offerings, all my sincerity, are for my son to return to us. If this fails, then I will add more incense. It is definitely not out of my heart to choose someone to continue offering. Heart. The Buddha looks around, he must know that I don’t seek an afterlife, and I don’t have the wisdom root of Buddhism. I can give up everything with just this one vow.”

After a while, Abbot Huiming had a smile on his face, and slowly opened his eyes, which were as clear as a newborn baby. He picked up the tea on the table and took a sip slowly.With trembling fingertips, Xu wrote the word 'Yuan' on the table, saying:

"Sometimes you must have something in your life. You don't need to ask for what is yours. The Buddha can see clearly. In his eyes, whether you are a mortal or a celestial being, you are just a speck of dust among all living beings. Mr. Cheng, give your son's time Take it back, it should have come long ago."

Cheng Yuan was silent for a while, and gradually a smile appeared in his eyes. He slowly closed his palms and clenched his fists, grasped the two corners of the table, and said, "Master, you mean..."

Abbot Huiming raised his hand to stop his next words, stood up and opened the door of the Zen room, Xue Jiang and a young monk stood outside, the young monk slapped the dirt on his body twice, and hurriedly asked: "Abbot, what are your orders?" .”

"Go and get some offerings and bring them to Master Xue and Master Cheng."

"Yes." The little monk saluted and immediately turned his head to the main hall.It didn't take long to get some fruits. Huiming picked an apple and a pomegranate and gave them to Xue Jiang and Cheng Yuan respectively.

Cheng Yuan didn't like to laugh, but at this moment his face was more excited. He immediately saluted and took the pomegranate with both hands, and after a few more words with Abbot Huiming, he was ready to put on his shoes and leave.

Before leaving, Abbot Huiming suddenly stopped him, hesitated for a long time and said: "Almsgiver, blessings and misfortunes depend on each other, and all lost things in this world have to pay the same price. I hope you will not regret it one day."

Cheng Yuan was full of joy, so naturally he didn't listen to these words.After donating fifty thousand sesame oil money, he followed Xue Jiang down the mountain.

Back at the hotel, he changed his clothes and took a shower, then tiptoed into the quilt, Han Yang was about to wake up in a daze, when he felt his hands slowly caressing his lower abdomen.

He reached out and grabbed the restless wrist, half-closed his eyes: "Don't fumble around, what time is it?"

Cheng Yuan raised his hand to turn on the bedside lamp, kissed Han Yang's ear and said, "It's almost six o'clock in the evening, wake up refreshed, let's go downstairs for dinner."

"Well~ I don't like to move." Han Yang turned over and put his arms around Cheng Yuan's neck.Rubbing it twice like a kitten, he asked again, "Where have you been?"

"Xue Jiang has moved to Liushi, so I went out to meet him and have a chat."

"Oh." Han Yang rubbed his eyes, turned over and sat up, but before he could sit still, he felt dizzy for a while, and his throat seemed to be on fire.

"what happened?"

"I guess it's a cold? Just take some medicine, it's fine." Han Yang didn't take it seriously, squatted down and rummaged through the medicine bag in the luggage, and took out a series of anti-inflammatory medicines after a while .

As a result, Cheng Yuan snatched the medicine before he could put it into his mouth.

"What are you doing? I have a sore throat." Han Yang turned his head and saw a nervous look, and suddenly lost his breath, sitting on the edge of the bed and looking at him with a laugh:

"It should be serious if I don't take medicine."

"Go to the hospital." Cheng Yuan pulled him up without any explanation and went to the hospital.

The two took a taxi and came to Liuzhou No.1 People's Hospital. Han Yang sat on the rest seat in the lobby and watched Cheng Yuan rush to register and pay the money. When he finally returned to him, he was already sweating profusely.

Han Yang couldn't help but sneezed twice and said, "It's just a small cold, why are you in a hurry."

"Small colds can't be sudden. We have to pay a formal visit to Mr. Luo tomorrow. If you have a physical problem now, it will definitely affect your performance tomorrow."

"It's just a cold..." Before Han Yang finished speaking, he looked at Cheng Yuan's eyebrows, he sighed and had to swallow the rest of the words.

Not long after, the nurse came out to call. The doctor who saw the doctor was surnamed Jiang, a professor-level doctor. He was originally one of the top well-known doctors in the imperial capital, but he was transferred to Liushi for some unknown reason.

Cheng Yuan carefully supported Han Yang to the door of the consulting room.Only then did Han Yang realize how difficult it is to get Dr. Jiang's account. No wonder Cheng Yuan spent such a long time and was so busy that he was sweating profusely.

Entering the consulting room made his eyes brighten. Unlike the old pedant in his memory, Dr. Jiang looked over [-], with a gentle appearance.It's just that underneath the pair of gold-rimmed glasses is full of alienation and indifference.

A standard cold beauty.

Han Yang pursed his lips and smiled. If five years ago, he would have had to talk to the doctor no matter what, but now that there is such a black-faced Rakshasa standing beside him, even if he had a wicked heart, he would not have the guts to do so.

"Mr. Han Yang?" Dr. Jiang pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, put down the registration form and asked simply, "What's wrong?"

"It's just a sore throat and a little dizzy head."

"A little cold." Dr. Jiang lowered his head and wrote a few words on the laboratory test form, and handed it to Han Yang: "Let's go get some blood for a routine examination."

"Okay." Han Yang took the test sheet.

"That...doctor, please order a B-ultrasound." Cheng Yuan interjected at the right time.

Han Yang tilted his head and frowned, stood up and pushed Cheng Yuan with his elbow, and said in a low voice, "You have money and no place to spend it, do you? I just have a small cold, so I'm doing a B-ultrasound."

"He just has a cold and doesn't need a B-ultrasound." Dr. Jiang took a sip from the water glass by his hand, with a look of impatience on his face, he rang the signal bell, and said to the nurse on the other side: "The next one .”

"Doctor Jiang, please order a B-ultrasound." Cheng Yuan persevered.

"Do you feel any discomfort?" Dr. Jiang turned to look at Han Yang: "Stomach pain? Stomach bloating? Or constipation?"

Han Yang thought about it carefully, then shook his head: "No."

"Then there is no need for a B-ultrasound." After Dr. Jiang finished speaking, he turned to look at the patient standing at the door.If Cheng Yuan didn't leave, the people behind couldn't enter, because such a trivial matter delayed other patients, and it was a waste of his precious time.

Dr. Jiang frowned, lowered his head and opened a list and handed it to Han Yang: "The results will be available in three hours, don't stand here, I have other patients."

Cheng Yuan stepped forward to take the test sheet, and immediately took Han Yang to draw blood for B-ultrasound.

After a series of inspections, it was past nine o'clock. Cheng Yuan paid an extra 200 yuan for an expedited service, and dragged Han Yang to find a restaurant, planning to have something to eat first.

Han Yang himself is not in good condition with a cold, and after such a toss, he feels that his stomach is overwhelmed and he can't eat anything. Looking at the table full of delicacies, he also lacks interest.

"What are you looking at? Eat more." Cheng Yuan picked up a piece of chicken wing for him.

"I feel uncomfortable in my stomach, I can't eat." Han Yang took a sip of tea, and the bitter taste in his mouth made him frown.

"Uncomfortable?" Cheng Yuan lowered his head and thought for a while, then put down his chopsticks suddenly, looked at Han Yang with a smile, and his manner of speaking was a bit softer than usual:

"Waiter, add another pot of sour plum soup."