Cultivation Begins with Caring for Sister-in-law Chapter 327: Xia Zhiqing Is Pregnant

"If my apprentice can beco a doctor in the future, I hope you won’t discriminate against any patient regardless of their background, alleviate their pain, and save the dying and heal the wounded," the elder said.

The reason the elder used "if" is because Wu Mi is a woman, and the legitimate daughter of the Wu Family, one of the Seven Great Noble Families. Which noble family would let their legitimate daughter show her face outside to treat and save people?

Especially in the dical profession, there’s unavoidable physical contact with the opposite sex.

This is why, since ancient tis, female doctors have been so rare.

It’s not only the noble families; even small families would mind such a matter, as it would be a loss of face.

"Teacher, I will rember your teachings and never forget them," Wu Mi straightened up and bowed to the elder.

The elder accepted it graciously, then took out an exquisite little wooden box from his chest and handed it to Wu Mi, saying, "This is a set of silver needles my teacher gave when I graduated. He told that only the most outstanding disciple would have them. According to the rules, this set of silver needles is now being given to you."

The elder handed the exquisite little wooden box to Wu Mi with both hands.

Wu Mi felt overwheld with favor and hurriedly refused, saying, "No, no, I cannot accept this, my senior brothers are much better than ."

"I know who among you has the best dical skills. Your senior brother may be my biological son, but he is not as clever as you. Take it," the elder said.

"Thank you, teacher," Wu Mi also accepted it with both hands.

...

Watching the teacher’s receding silhouette, Wu Mi bowed deeply, then looked down at the small wooden box in her hand. She opened it and looked at the silver needles inside, couldn’t help but feel joyous, and then took the wooden box to share her happiness with her mother.

Just outside the door, a figure suddenly appeared beside her.

Wu Mi was startled at first, then quickly took a small step back and bowed, "Brother."

"Little sister," Wu Changlin saw the joy on Wu Mi’s face and said, "What is making you so happy?"

Wu Mi was still young and had the temperant of a little girl. She gave Wu Changlin a small show-off, saying, "Brother, today I graduated, and this is the gift from my teacher, who said I was the most outstanding of all his disciples."

Wu Mi was naturally beautiful, her face carrying a serene smile, exuded a fresh and ethereal aura, and the dimples on her cheeks greatly enhanced her charm.

Upon hearing this, Wu Changlin was slightly stunned. He knew Wu Mi’s teacher, Zhang Jingzhi, was a well-known stubborn old man. If Wu Mi’s dical skills were inadequate, he would never flatter her simply because she belonged to the Wu Family.

When Wu Mi initially apprenticed under Zhang Jingzhi, it was their father who personally intervened, and Zhang Jingzhi barely agreed.

"My little sister is really amazing," Wu Changlin praised.

"Does Brother have sothing to say to ?" Wu Mi seed to see through sothing and spoke.

Seeing his little sister had figured it out, Wu Changlin smiled awkwardly and said, "It’s not a big deal, it’s just been a long ti since we’ve had a conversation alone."

Wu Mi knew her brother definitely had sothing he was hiding from her, but since he didn’t speak, she couldn’t directly ask, so she said, "Brother, have a seat inside."

Wu Changlin ca to talk with Wu Mi mainly because he had agreed to Liu Ji’s sche. Although it was a "fake wedding proposal," he still felt sorry for Wu Mi, so he ca over to chat to ease his conscience.

After sitting down and chatting for nearly half an hour, Wu Changlin suddenly said, "Little sister is almost eighteen this year..."

"Yes, brother."

"Does little sister have soone she admires?"

"I knew..." Wu Mi thought Wu Changlin wanted to discuss her marriage, so she said, "Didn’t I tell Mother, Father, and Brother last year that I don’t have anyone I admire and don’t want to marry so early? I still want to spend more ti at ho with Mother."

Ye Clan indeed doted on Wu Mi, otherwise, at her age, even if she hadn’t married, the family would have already arranged a match for her.

"Mother and father are getting old, spending more ti at ho is good." Speaking of which, Wu Changlin muttered, "Brother won’t marry you off."

"Brother, what did you say?" Hearing her brother mumbling, Wu Mi asked.

"Brother said if you want to delay, then delay, our Wu Family won won’t have trouble getting married," Wu Changlin said dotingly.

"Brother is the best to ."

...

Late March, Longn County.

Chen Mo returned from the secret gunpowder workshop just built outside the city with a joyful expression on his face.

As the saying goes, a blessing in disguise, the previous massive explosion at the gunpowder factory led to breakthroughs in the research of increasing gunpowder power, which had been stagnant. Once the improved Pottery Bombs were ready, they might even be able to try breaking through the previously unshakeable city gates.

Returning ho, Chen Mo humd a tune and ca to the backyard, where the Xia Sisters’ courtyard was, the window glowing with warm light in the afternoon.

Chen Mo was slightly surprised at the light in the afternoon sun and entered the courtyard, then pushed open the door to the room where Xia Zhiqing was sitting under the candlelight doing needlework.

Upon seeing Chen Mo, Xia Zhiqing imdiately put down her needlework, quickly stepped forward to greet him, with an undisguised hint of surprise in her eyes, "Mo Lang is here."

Chen Mo glanced around the room and said, "Where’s Zhi Ning?"

Chen Mo casually wrapped his arm around Xia Zhiqing’s waist, his gaze moving from the room to Xia Zhiqing’s body.

He didn’t know if it was an illusion, but recently he noticed Zhiqing’s figure had beco more graceful and voluptuous, even her white-pinkish face resembled a juicy peach.

"Zhi Ning... went to buy sour date cake," Xia Zhiqing pouted, hiding her excitent.

But Chen Mo didn’t notice this. He was already in a joyous mood and was further captivated by Zhiqing’s alluring body. After they sat down, he started being mischievous with the fruit-bearing features.

Liu Ji wasn’t wrong; Chen Mo indeed had a fondness for won. Whenever he was with them and there were no outsiders, his hands couldn’t stay idle.

If it were normal tis, Xia Zhiqing, though bashful, would also enjoy the closeness. However, at that mont, she caught hold of Chen Mo’s mischievous hand and seriously said, "Mo Lang... I’m a bit indisposed."

Chen Mo was stunned, his gaze instinctively shifting downwards.

Xia Zhiqing bit her lip and finally couldn’t help but say, "It’s not... that ti."

After saying that, she bowed her head, her face blooming with blushes.

Upon hearing that, Chen Mo was montarily stunned and asked, "Are you ill?"

"No... it’s," Xia Zhiqing said, sounding a bit annoyed.

This ti, Chen Mo finally realized it and nervously yet joyfully asked, "Are you pregnant?"

Upon careful thought, since that ti during the New Year’s celebrations without contraception, he’d been quite active, and lately had spent much effort with Zhiqing. Given that he had no physical problems, even if Upper-Grade Martial Artists had difficulty conceiving, with many attempts, they’d eventually succeed.

"Yes," Xia Zhiqing said in a soft, shy tone.