Blood HCG

"So what now? Should we head back first?" Shen Yi asked Fu Nanzhi.

Fu Nanzhi handed him the medical report and said,

"Let’s wait a bit. Some test results come out right away, so we might as well go ask about them."

Shen Yi took the report from her and skimmed through it briefly.

He wasn’t a medical professional, so most of the data listed was beyond his understanding. Still, whether in reality or simulations, he’d undergone enough physical exams to recognize the general categories.

"Alright, let’s go then."

Shen Yi agreed readily. Cold numbers on paper were one thing, but getting answers from a real person was always better.

"Come on, we can also go see the old lady."

"The old lady?"

Fu Nanzhi turned back to explain,

"Yeah, someone you know—Consort Mei. She’s an old friend of my father’s."

"Oh… her."

Shen Yi nodded in recognition. Consort Mei, full name Mei Wanyi, had been Fu Yuanyu’s personal physician over twenty years ago. Over time, their relationship had transcended mere doctor and patient, becoming something much deeper.

As for why he thought of her as an old lady—in his past life, when he first met her, he was already in his thirties, and she had long since retired. His memory painted her as a kind, perpetually smiling elderly woman.

The two took the elevator down and wound their way to an office door. Fu Nanzhi knocked.

"Come in."

At the response, Fu Nanzhi pushed the door open and greeted cheerfully,

"Consort Mei, busy as always?"

Behind the desk sat a petite woman, her dark hair streaked with silver and neatly coiled. She appeared to be around sixty, peering through reading glasses at something in her hands.

When Fu Nanzhi entered, she set the glasses down and smiled warmly.

"Oh, Nanzhi! Come in, sit down."

Fu Nanzhi took a seat beside her, leaving space for Shen Yi to step forward.

"And this is?"

Consort Mei’s gaze flickered toward Fu Nanzhi, her smile unwavering despite the questioning tone.

Fu Nanzhi pressed her lips together before introducing,

"My boyfriend, Shen Yi."

Then, turning to him, she added pointedly,

"This is Consort Mei."

Shen Yi played along, feigning first-time acquaintance as he echoed the greeting.

"Already have a boyfriend? Wonderful, just wonderful."

"Shen Yi, was it? Don’t just stand there, have a seat."

Once Shen Yi sat, Consort Mei took Fu Nanzhi’s hand, her face alight with joy.

"What a change. Your parents must be over the moon."

"Yeah."

Fu Nanzhi dipped her head slightly in acknowledgment.

Consort Mei patted Fu Nanzhi’s hand, sighing nostalgically.

"Back then, the state you were in… it broke my heart to see. The hardest battles are always the ones we fight with ourselves… it’s exhausting."

"But you’ve come out the other side. That’s what matters…"

Back then, Fu Nanzhi’s struggles had been severe enough that Consort Mei had been consulted. But much of it stemmed from psychological and innate temperamental issues, leaving even her powerless to help.

Having watched Fu Nanzhi grow up, Consort Mei regarded her almost as her own child. Seeing her in such a state had been agonizing.

Fu Nanzhi, unsure how to respond, simply smiled and squeezed the old woman’s hand in silent comfort.

Fortunately, Consort Mei didn’t linger in the melancholy. Releasing Fu Nanzhi’s hand, she waved it off.

"Ah, this is just what happens when you get old. Don’t mind my rambling, Nanzhi."

"Not at all. How could I?"

If anything, Fu Nanzhi cherished her too much to ever find her words bothersome.

"Enough of that. Let me see the report."

Consort Mei clapped her hands together, shifting gears with practiced ease.

Shen Yi, seated nearby, quickly handed over the documents.

Consort Mei put her glasses back on and began flipping through the pages, murmuring as she went.

"My, Nanzhi, you’re in excellent health. These numbers couldn’t be more normal."

"Most young people these days are practically falling apart. Have you been keeping up with exercise?"

Fu Nanzhi blinked, scratching her head awkwardly.

"Uh… I…"

Shen Yi jumped in smoothly.

"She has. I often take her out for runs, walks, that sort of thing."

"Good. Keep it up."

Consort Mei nodded approvingly, tapping the paper.

"Your baseline metrics are nearly athlete-level. A solid routine makes for a strong body."

Fu Nanzhi forced a laugh, then shot Shen Yi a sidelong glance.

Her idea of "exercise" had always been skipping meals to lose weight. The most physical exertion she got these days was… well, bedroom activities. Hearing Shen Yi claim they worked out regularly was mortifying.

Shen Yi, oblivious to her inner turmoil, had only been trying to protect the secret of the serum, worried Fu Nanzhi might accidentally blurt something incriminating.

Consort Mei moved on without pause.

"Your eyesight’s perfect? I could’ve sworn you wore glasses, Nanzhi."

"Huh? I’m not actually nearsighted, Consort Mei."

Fu Nanzhi waved a hand dismissively.

"Those were just for looks—plain lenses."

Consort Mei scoffed at modern aesthetics.

"Those giant frames covered half your face. What’s attractive about that?"

While excessive screen time had given Fu Nanzhi slight myopia, it wasn’t enough to warrant prescription glasses. She’d mainly worn them to obscure her features.

Perhaps the serum’s modifications truly ran deep. Consort Mei flipped through the rest of the report without pause.

Where most people had minor health quirks, Fu Nanzhi had none—a fact that left the old woman baffled.

A few tests still pending results would take days, but given her physical condition, any minor ailments seemed unlikely to be an issue.

Finally, Consort Mei reached the last page, lingering on the gynecological ultrasound far longer than any previous section.

The prolonged silence made Fu Nanzhi fidget. Doctors turning serious was unnerving, and recent bodily anomalies had her paranoid.

After what felt like ages, Consort Mei removed her glasses.

"Nothing major."

Fu Nanzhi exhaled in relief—until the next words came.

"Nanzhi, go get a blood hCG test."

"What’s that for?"

Fu Nanzhi frowned.

"Nothing to worry about. Might just be my eyes playing tricks."

"It’s quick—results in an hour or two."

Consort Mei’s tone was light, nudging Fu Nanzhi’s elbow playfully.

The reassurance only heightened her anxiety. Hesitating, Fu Nanzhi glanced back at Shen Yi, uncertainty written across her face.

Consort Mei burst out laughing.

"Look how scared she is…"

"Oh, it's not an illness. Just go when you're told to."

"Since Consort Mei said so, you might as well get checked. It’ll give you peace of mind."

"Come on, I’ll go with you."

Shen Yi stood up and took Fu Nanzhi’s hand as he spoke.

Only then did Fu Nanzhi relax, pouting in protest.

"Consort Mei, you’re so mean... teasing me again."

Her complaint was met with Consort Mei’s light laughter.

After leaving the office, the two headed upstairs, where everything had already been arranged in advance for Fu Nanzhi’s arrival.

The examination sounded oddly familiar to Shen Yi, though he couldn’t quite place it at the moment. Still, in the age of information, anything unclear could be looked up online.

Though there was a saying—water boils at a hundred degrees, but if a person searches too much...

Not wanting to unsettle Fu Nanzhi, Shen Yi resisted pulling out his phone to check. The results would come soon enough anyway.

Recommend Series

Every Sect Member Gives Me One Year of Cultivation Every Day

Every Sect Member Gives Me One Year of Cultivation Every Day

transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”

Vanished for a Millennium, How Did My Dilapidated Sect Become a Sacred Site?

Vanished for a Millennium, How Did My Dilapidated Sect Become a Sacred Site?

ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!

Stop It! Your Archrival Can’t Become Your Wife

Stop It! Your Archrival Can’t Become Your Wife

【Prologue: The Beginning of It All – Use holy water to heal the saintess tainted by demonic energy, then converse with her.】 Shen Nian stared at his older sister sipping yogurt, lost in thought. So you’re telling me my sister is the saintess, and yogurt is the holy water? 【Main Quest 1: Brave Youth, Become an Adventurer! Reward: Rookie Adventurer Title.】 【Side Quest 1: Find the Adorable Kitty! Reward: 1000 Gold Coins.】 Shen Nian: "Wait, I’m a high school senior here—did some guy who got isekai’d accidentally bind his system to me?" Hold on, completing quests gives gold rewards? Titles even boost stats? Is this for real? (A lighthearted, absurd campus comedy—not a revenge power fantasy.)

I Feed Myself to the Demons in the Demon Suppression Bureau

I Feed Myself to the Demons in the Demon Suppression Bureau

pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"