Gu Jiaojiao looked at Yu Fangfang's belly.
"You must be about to give birth, Fangfang!"
Yu Fangfang nodded, stroking her belly affectionately. "Yes! My due date is in January."
It was already the twelfth lunar month, so there was only one month to go.
"How about I check your pulse?"
Yu Fangfang's eyes lit up.
Gu Jiaojiao knew medicine and was very skilled. The last time Yu Fangfang almost had a miscarriage, her baby would have been lost if not for Gu Jiaojiao's help.
But from Gu Jiaojiao's demeanor, it seemed she didn't want to broadcast her medical skills, so Yu Fangfang hadn't kept asking for her help.
Now that Gu Jiaojiao had offered on her own, Yu Fangfang looked as if she had struck gold.
"That would be wonderful. I'd feel so much more at ease if you checked my pulse."
Gu Jiaojiao had Yu Fangfang hold out her hand. She placed her fingers on Yu Fangfang's wrist, feeling the left one first, then the right.
"Fangfang, where are you planning to give birth?"
