Pregnant After Healing the Alpha-Chapter 321 - 311 Overwhelming Motherly Love
Chapter 321: Chapter 311 Overwhelming Motherly Love
The next day, after Qiao Jing got off work, she saw Zhan Qipei’s car as usual.
After getting into the car, she didn’t stare out the window at the landscape as she normally would but instead suggested a trip to the hospital.
Zhan Qipei gathered his long eyebrows and asked, “What’s the reason for going to the hospital?”
Qiao Jing fastened her seatbelt and looked straight ahead.
“To get Jiang Ling a follow-up examination.”
Zhan Qipei opened his mouth, wanting to tell her not to tire herself out. After just one day of rest, she was rushing to the hospital for a follow-up.
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The hospital wasn’t without doctors to check on Jiang Ling, so why did his wife feel she had to be the one to examine her?
But he knew his wife must be too anxious to leave it to others and wanted to see for herself, which is why she decided to go to the hospital.
He watched Qiao Jing with a look of concern and eventually accompanied her to the hospital.
When Jiang Ling saw the door to the ward open and Qiao Jing walk in, she was stunned.
Her expression complex, she watched Qiao Jing without saying a word.
Qiao Jing sat down next to Jiang Ling and spoke indifferently.
“Your hand.”
Jiang Ling hesitated but, recalling the other’s stern voice, she extended her hand, silently watching as the other took her pulse.
Why would Qiao Jing push her down and then save her?
She heard from the other doctors and nurses that if it weren’t for Qiao Jing, she probably wouldn’t have survived herself.
There’s a saying “physicians have benevolent hearts.” With Qiao Jing’s exquisite medical skills and high esteem in the hospital, would she really push her down just because of a few unpleasant words?
After taking her pulse, Qiao Jing withdrew her hand and mentioned several precautions.
“You’re not in serious trouble. Just keep warm, drink some strengthening tonics, and get plenty of rest.”
Jiang Ling nodded her head after careful consideration. No matter what, Qiao Jing had at least saved her and her child’s lives.
She got up, intending to get out of bed to see Qiao Jing off from the ward.
But Qiao Jing didn’t leave; her gaze fell on the baby crib, where the newborn child gazed innocently around.
The baby smacked its lips, waving its little hands in the air, its large eyes twinkling.
Qiao Jing unconsciously touched her own belly, her phoenix eyes filled with a touch of tenderness. She watched the baby for a while before asking Jiang Ling,
“May I hold him?”
Jiang Ling hesitated for a moment but finally agreed.
She watched intently as Qiao Jing approached the baby crib, fearing that any carelessness might injure her child.
But when she saw the way Qiao Jing picked up the baby, she realized she had been overanxious.
Qiao Jing lifted the infant tenderly, her hand supporting the baby’s head, gently cradling him in her arms.
She gazed tenderly at the baby’s delicate face, her eyes shining with maternal luster. She curled her lips into a soft smile.
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She reached out to gently touch the baby’s face, her smile deepening.
It seemed like the baby sensed the kindness of the person beside him and began to make babbling sounds.
Jiang Ling watched Qiao Jing’s beaming expression and was momentarily dazed.
Was this truly the Qiao Jing she knew? The sight of that smile was almost captivating.
She could tell that Qiao Jing liked children genuinely, not just for show. So could she really have been the one to push her down the stairs?
Jiang Ling decided not to trouble herself with this thought and spoke up.
“Qiao Jing, was it really you who pushed me down?”
Qiao Jing did not respond and gently placed the baby back into the crib.
When she turned around, her usual indifference returned.
“Why would I push you?”
With just a single sentence, Jiang Ling found all the responses she had prepared swallowing back down.
Jiang Ling gazed at Qiao Jing’s face in shock; however long she looked, she couldn’t find any trace of deceit on the other’s face — those indifferent eyes stared straight back at her without a hint of guilt.
Her mind filled with doubt; if it wasn’t Qiao Jing who had pushed her, then who could it be?
All of a sudden!
A terrifying thought dawned on Jiang Ling: could it be… Lou Xinrou?!
Before she could speak again to ask Qiao Jing, another person entered the sickroom.
Zhan Qipei was holding a steaming cup of milk, and his dark eyes brightened when he saw Qiao Jing.
He strode to Qiao Jing’s side and handed her the hot milk.
“Drink some milk. Are you tired?”
Zhan Qipei also brought over a stool and placed it next to Qiao Jing.
“Sit down and rest for a while.”
Qiao Jing looked at the hot milk in front of her and reached out to accept it.
“Where did this come from?”
Zhan Qipei pressed her to sit down on the chair and began to knead her shoulders, speaking in a gentle voice.
“Just went out to buy it. Drinking more milk is good for the body.”
As Zhan Qipei was speaking, his gaze flicked to Qiao Jing’s belly. Drinking milk was good for pregnant women; it could also provide nutrition for the baby.
Qiao Jing glanced at the hand on her shoulder, but the massage from Zhan Qipei indeed helped to relieve her fatigue, so she let the man proceed.
However, she was puzzled, why did Zhan Qipei suddenly want her to drink milk?
“What?”
It was then that Zhan Qipei realized he had nearly given himself away. He leaned in close to Qiao Jing’s ear and lowered his voice.
“Aren’t you having trouble sleeping?”
His voice, deep and magnetic, seemed to carry a seductive charm as it entered her ear, especially when he deliberately lowered it.
Moreover, as Zhan Qipei spoke, his breath brushed against her neck, tickling her and causing her to slightly shrink away.
“Mhm.”
When Qiao Jing remembered her insomnia, it seemed to make sense, but then she suddenly recalled that she should drink it before bed, shouldn’t she?
“Isn’t it supposed to be before bed?”
Zhan Qipei pursed his lips, thinking that he needed to change the subject quickly before he revealed too much.
“You don’t necessarily have to drink it before bed. Drinking it regularly is also good for your health.”
With that, Qiao Jing didn’t pursue the question further.
Jiang Ling, who had been observing the whole process, felt as if she had inadvertently been showered with dog food. She was married too, but Liu Zheng had not been this thoughtful.
She thought the two of them were quite a match. She could feel that their relationship had reached a point that permitted no room for a third person.
That reminded her of what Lou Xinrou told her before…
The sickroom welcomed a few more visitors, and Jiang Ling found her room particularly lively that day.
Several senior professors arrived, and their eyes lit up almost in unison when they saw Qiao Jing.
The leading professor began to speak, his tone filled with reverence.
“We heard Doctor Qiao was at the hospital today, so we made a special trip. Fortunately, we caught you.”
Another professor, wearing glasses, chimed in.
“Doctor Qiao, do you have a moment? We have some medical questions we’d like to consult with you.”
Qiao Jing nodded, and the emptied milk cup in her hand was taken by Zhan Qipei.
The two of them followed the professors out of the sickroom.
Jiang Ling was already shocked when she saw the professors. Although she was a person utterly ignorant of medicine, who had never taken an interest in it, she at least recognized the senior professors who had just entered.
They were respected professors who had made significant contributions to the country, had featured in the news, and held in high esteem.
Yet she heard them addressing Qiao Jing with “You?”
Jiang Ling’s curiosity was piqued, and she sneakily made her way to the door of the sickroom, wanting to eavesdrop on what the professors were discussing with Qiao Jing.
“Doctor Qiao, regarding research on human cells, we’ve heard you’ve conducted extensive studies. In that case…”
The more Jiang Ling listened, the wider her eyes became. The professors all treated Qiao Jing with great respect, using honorifics, and the topics they discussed were profound.
