Chapter 137: Uterine Cold, Infertility

Chen Fengying saw that Wang Xiulan was getting a bit too worked up, possibly even obsessed, and kindly advised her,
“Wang Xiulan, I suggest you calm down. Over the years, how many doctors have you seen already? Don’t get your hopes up too high, or you’ll just end up even more disappointed.”

Zheng Yue’e chimed in from the side, adding a sharp reminder,
“Wang Xiulan, never mind whether Little Sister Chu really has the kind of medical skills people say she does. But don’t forget the things you’ve done in the past. Did you already forget? You were the closest one to He Meijiao in the whole courtyard. I heard last time at the state-owned restaurant, you and Chu Yue almost got into an argument? If I were her, I wouldn’t bother with you at all.”

Everyone in the courtyard now knew exactly what kind of relationship Chu Yue and He Meijiao had.

Wang Xiulan’s flickering hope, which had just started to rise, was immediately doused with a bucket of ice water after hearing Zheng Yue’e’s words—it chilled her to the bone.

She looked at Zheng Yue’e with trembling eyes and murmured, dazed,
“Your two kids even fought with Lu Yuanbao before, didn’t they? But Little Sister Chu still made the effort to befriend you and treated you nicely. Even if I was a bit close to He Meizhi, surely Little Sister Chu wouldn’t hold that against me… right?”

Neither Chen Fengying nor Zheng Yue’e could answer that question.

Because in their hearts, they both knew—children getting into fights happened all the time. That wasn’t a big deal. But when it came to romantic entanglements involving someone’s partner? That was much harder to move past.

Wang Xiulan’s face grew darker and darker.

After Chen Fengying and Zheng Yue’e both went quiet, she was left standing alone at the door of Chu Yue’s house, not moving a step. She just stood there, waiting, refusing to leave.

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Inside the house.

Chu Yue invited the three of them to sit down. Lu Yuanbao immediately grabbed stools and helped greet the guests.

As Auntie Qi stepped into the house, she saw how clean and tidy everything was—beautiful lace covers on the cabinets and tea table. Everything looked spotless, as though even the slightest touch might dirty it. She didn’t even dare to sit.

Chu Yue noticed how nervous she looked and gently said,
“Auntie Qi, go ahead and sit. If you’re standing, it’s not convenient for us to talk.”

Han Shi, being from the same village, helped nudge her along.
“Auntie Qi, Comrade Chu said to sit. Just listen to the doctor.”

The word “doctor” seemed to have some kind of magical power. Auntie Qi, though clearly nervous, immediately sat down.

Chu Yue poured water for all three of them but didn’t rush into a diagnosis. First, she took care of Lu Yuanbao.

“Yuanbao, go play in your room for a bit. I’ve got something to take care of.”

Lu Yuanbao’s big black eyes looked at Chu Yue, as if asking, “Is it something I’m not allowed to hear?” He hesitated for a moment, then obediently went into his little room.

Chu Yue unpinned the big red flower from her chest, placed it to the side, and sat down in front of the three.

She looked at Auntie Qi.
“Let’s start with some basic information about your situation.”

Auntie Qi stammered, not good with words, and used a lot of local dialect that was difficult to understand. In the end, it was Han Shi who explained things clearly.

Han Shi gave a simple summary: she had been married for many years but never had children. She wanted a child so badly that she had once made a wrong choice. They now understood buying a child was wrong, and the village Party Secretary had already given them a proper ideological education.

In addition, Han Shi mentioned a very important detail: Auntie Qi was only thirty-eight years old. But judging by appearance alone, Chu Yue never would have guessed it.

People in the countryside aged faster due to heavy labor. In Auntie Qi’s case, it was even more severe—their family were blacksmiths. The furnace at home burned constantly, and she worked by it all the time. The high heat scorched her face year-round, leaving her skin dry, cracked, and aged far beyond her years.

But being thirty-eight years old was definitely not a good thing for Aunt Qi, who desperately wanted a child.

The younger the age, the higher the chances of getting pregnant.

After hearing this, Chu Yue gave a slight nod. Han Shi, speaking on Aunt Qi’s behalf, quickly asked,
“Comrade Chu, can Aunt Qi still have children?”

“Right now, I can’t say for sure. I need to take her pulse and examine her more carefully,” Chu Yue replied, turning to Aunt Qi.
“Aunt Qi, please place your hand here.”

Aunt Qi quickly rolled up her sleeve and placed her hand on the table for Chu Yue.

Chu Yue gently pressed three fingers onto her wrist to feel the pulse, then closed her eyes.
In her mind, she silently activated her personal system, and a warm current slowly flowed from her fingertips into Aunt Qi’s meridians.

When it comes to a woman’s fertility, the most critical organ is the uterus.

So in addition to checking the internal organs, Chu Yue focused on examining Aunt Qi’s uterus.
Soon, she reached a conclusion—a severely cold uterus (宫寒), a serious case.

After a while, Chu Yue opened her eyes. Under the intense gaze of the three people beside her, she didn’t immediately state the diagnosis. Instead, she asked first,
“Aunt Qi, did you suffer any illnesses as a child?”

Aunt Qi froze for a moment, her clouded eyes trembling, then nodded repeatedly.

“When I was ten… winter… fell into a river… it was frozen… so, so cold… had a fever for over a month… no money… no doctor… very cold, very cold…”

Her speech was not fluent, consisting of short and simple words, but it was enough to piece together the truth.

When Aunt Qi was young, she fell into an icy river during winter. Her whole body was chilled. Because her family had no money, she never received timely treatment.
She remained sick with a fever for over a month, and the cold settled in her body, damaging her constitution. It had never fully recovered all these years.

Chu Yue asked again,
“Are your periods irregular?”

Mentioning her menstruation in front of Han Shi made Aunt Qi a little nervous.
But Chu Yue was a doctor—and her only hope right now.

Enduring the awkwardness, Aunt Qi nodded.
“Sometimes once every three months, sometimes three times in a month… all messed up… constant bleeding…”

It was just as Chu Yue had suspected.

Han Shi and Song Hongmei watched the back-and-forth between Chu Yue and Aunt Qi, stunned from the very first question.
Just from feeling the pulse, Chu Yue had figured out that the patient had suffered an accident as a child.

It was just like people said—she really was a miracle doctor!

They didn’t even dare to breathe loudly, afraid they’d disturb Chu Yue.

Chu Yue thought for a moment and said,
“Aunt Qi, ever since your accident as a child, your body hasn’t been properly nourished. The cold has remained in your body, leading to uterine cold and irregular menstruation. These are major reasons why you’ve been unable to conceive.”

Aunt Qi grew so anxious she could hardly sit still. Her eyes turned red, and she was nearly on her feet from panic.

Chu Yue continued, this time offering some comfort:
“Your body’s cold condition is acquired—not something you were born with. That, at least, is a blessing amid misfortune.”

For doctors, congenital conditions are the most difficult to treat—like that child Chu Yue had encountered before, named “Tian Ci” (Heaven’s Gift).