bayedsolid Chapter 429: Not a Grain of Rice
Chapter 429: Not a Grain of Rice
Because Mr. Fu is very competitive and possessive.
From the first day Wen Zhixia became pregnant, he knew that this child would definitely take away most of Wen Zhixia's love for him.
He doesn't want to be a strict or kind father, nor does he care whether he can be a good father.
Anyway, he will be hostile to anyone who tries to take away Wen Zhixia's love for him!
"How could I? How could I dare to do anything?" Fu Ruoshi said in his heart, "I love it so much that I can't wait. I wish you could give birth to it now so that you don't have to endure for another half a year."
Wen Zhixia raised her hand and gently touched her lower abdomen.
From the first time she experienced morning sickness until now, she felt more and more clearly that the little life in her belly was growing little by little.
"Do you think we will be good parents?" she asked Fu Ruoshi.
Fu Ruoshi thought for a moment and said, "At least you must be a good mother, and I will cooperate with you and be a good father."
Wen Zhixia remained silent.
She has thought a lot since she became pregnant.
Both she and Fu Ruoshi lacked parental companionship since childhood, and both had regrets deep in their hearts.
But right now, both of them are in the rising stage of their careers, and Wen Zhixia feels that it is impossible for them to accompany their children day and night.
So she decided that if she couldn't spend as much time with it as possible, she would increase the concentration of her love to the highest level.
Let the children be happy and joyful every moment they are with them.
"If I can't be with it all the time, I'll give it the most love in the shortest time," Wen Zhixia said. "I will never allow a child to grow up in an environment filled with quarrels and indifference."
Her words struck Fu Ruoshi's heart hard.
From childhood to adulthood, in his memory, Fu Keming and Song Ailing were always quarreling.
Until Fu Keming's death, Fu Ruoshi still didn't know whether Fu Keming had ever loved Song Ailing or just regarded her as a reliable teammate with whom he had worked for a lifetime.
"Don't worry," Fu Ruoshi said seriously, "I won't let the mistakes of the previous generation be repeated in this one."
"Will you love it?" Wen Zhixia asked.
"I might not have known this before," Fu Ruoshi said, "I learned this about love from you. My foundation in this subject is not very good, but I am a studious person. As long as I want to learn, I will definitely be able to learn. Don't give up on me, Teacher Wen."
Wen Zhixia smiled, "Then do your best."
The two talked all the way back to the manor.
The newly hired team of nutritionists has also arrived.
The team was specially invited by Fu Ruoshi from Hong Kong. There are six people in total, responsible for diet, gynecological care, and mental health respectively. In the next six months, they will live in the villa so that they can be on call at any time.
"Hello, Mrs. Wen. I'm Mandy Zhang, the team supervisor. My team and I will be fully responsible for your nutrition during the rest of your pregnancy."
The huge group of people made the originally quiet manor become lively.
Wen Zhixia added the team's WeChat, and Fu Ruoshi said, "My wife is usually busy with work. Your catering must be able to cover her daily high-intensity work output while ensuring nutrition and taste."
Speaking of work, Fu Ruoshi asked Wen Zhixia, "Director Wu said you're still working the night shift. Why don't you stop it? Otherwise, you might not be able to handle it. What if you faint again one day?"
The main reason why Wen Zhixia is still working the night shift is because of the professional title evaluation.
She still needs 15 night shifts and three surgeries to meet the evaluation criteria.
In the past, this was a task she could complete in minutes and exceed the target.
"I only work one night shift a week now," Wen Zhixia said. "I'm 15 short of meeting the review criteria. This review is very important to me, and I don't want to miss it."
Fu Ruoshi felt that she was being stubborn again.
This is also the point that makes Wen Zhixia most helpless.
According to her current medical capabilities and scientific research achievements, she does not need to make up those few attendance numbers.
With her solid strength, she can be promoted directly with just one phone call from the Fu family. Even if she is accused of operating behind the scenes, her level is enough to shut up those who gossip.
There's no need to suffer any hardship, Fu Ruoshi thought.
"Okay, take it easy." He agreed with her and changed the subject, saying to Mandy, "Give her some nourishing food to help with staying up late and working overtime."
One morning three days later.
Wen Zhixia was just about to go to the outpatient clinic when she was called to the vice president's office.
Director Wu spoke first, "Zhixia, do you have any surgery this week?"
"Yes," Wen Zhixia nodded, "There is a free flap transplant for a severely burned patient. The patient's condition is currently stable and the funds have been fully paid. Basically, there won't be any major problems."
Director Wu hesitated, "Director Mao, Zhixia, this is a level three surgery, right?"
"Yes," Mao Feng advised kindly, "Zhixia, according to the Labor Protection Regulations for Medical Personnel During Pregnancy, you can no longer perform level 3 surgeries, and you should stop working the night shift."
Wen Zhixia's expression changed slightly.
"But Dean, Director, I only need 15 night shifts and three surgeries to meet the review requirements. I can complete the surgeries this month," Wen Zhixia said. "Besides, the burn department is already short-staffed, and I'm capable of doing it. Director Hu from the cardiology department even performed a lung transplant while 3 weeks pregnant."
Mao Feng tried to dissuade him, "Zhixia, your work ability is outstanding and you are dedicated and responsible. Everyone can see that. In your case, we will give you special consideration."
Director Wu continued, "Don't worry about the review. The most important thing for you right now is to take good care of your health. If you overwork yourself, it won't be good for the child either.
Special considerations?
rest assured?
Wen Zhixia's expression froze.
Soon, she realized, "Dean, Director, is it my husband's side..."
Mao Feng said with a smile, "Boss Fu and Boss Song called me to tell me this. They really care about you. You are so lucky~"
......
Wen Zhixia smiled in surprise.
It turned out to be the case.
There is a kind of helplessness in preparing with all your strength, but finally being told that you passed without taking the test.
After leaving the dean's office, Wen Zhixia sat on a stool outside in a daze.
The office door was not closed tightly, and she could still hear Mao Feng and Director Wu talking.
Mao Feng said, "What the Fu family values most is definitely the baby in her belly. If something happens to her in our position and the baby is gone, neither you nor I will be able to work in the medical field."
"Not really," Director Wu said, "The Fu family isn't an unreasonable bully. They want her to rest. Isn't that for her own good?"
"If it's not for her own good, who will carry on their family line?"
It was already half past ten when Fu Ruoshi returned home in the evening.
He went to Fu's at six in the morning, was busy until he got off work in the afternoon, and then seamlessly went to Zhuorui for a meeting. He hasn't eaten yet.
He hurried back because he was afraid that Wen Zhixia would be anxious being alone at home.
As soon as they entered the front hall, Mandy knocked on the door and came in.
"Boss Fu," she whispered to Fu Ruoshi, "Madam didn't eat a single grain of rice tonight. She went straight to her bedroom when she got home. We asked her about it, but she said she had no appetite and wanted to sleep, but she wouldn't open the door for us."
Before Fu Ruoshi could even get comfortable in his chair, he immediately stood up and headed towards the master bedroom.
The door was closed and locked.
"Wife, is this Wen Zhixia?" Fu Ruoshi knocked on the door cautiously, noticing something was wrong. "What's wrong? Are you okay? Open the door first."