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"Nina, come and help your sister-in-law check, is this baby boy?"

The familiar words rang in my ears again, and I looked at the pairs of eyes full of expectation at the table, and I confirmed in my heart that I was reborn.

I turned my gaze to my boyfriend, Alex Smith, who was standing next to me. His eyes were flickering.

As a doctor, he was also waiting for my answer.

Scenes from his previous life emerged before his eyes. Alex Smith's sister-in-law May Brown had an amazing appetite, but she was thin and had a sallow complexion.

It didn't look like pregnancy, but more like roundworms.

I once tactfully suggested that she go to the hospital for a check-up, but they refused on the grounds that B-ultrasound would be harmful to the fetus.

Until May Brown had unbearable abdominal pain late at night and asked me to give her medicine, I concluded based on her symptoms that she was not pregnant.

Worried that the roundworm might have penetrated the intestinal wall, I rushed her to the town hospital overnight.

The doctor removed a 25-centimeter-long roundworm from her abdomen. The pain was caused by the roundworm that had caused trouble and drilled into her uterus.

This also caused her permanent fertility problems. However, she falsely accused me, saying that I made her lose the chance to become a mother.

No matter how I defended myself, it was all in vain. In the end, I was imprisoned in the Smith family's sweet potato cellar and became a tool for reproduction.

Seeing my silence, Alex Smith gently touched my arm, indicating that I should respond.

I withdrew my thoughts and a sneer appeared on the corner of my mouth.

"Uncle and aunt, I'm not an obstetrician and gynecologist, so it's hard for me to judge. Alex Smith is proficient in the combination of Chinese and Western medicine, so why not let him check my sister-in-law's pulse?" Everyone turned their eyes to him , and Alex Smith 's face froze instantly.

"I... I haven't graduated yet, so I can't practice medicine. Besides, I've never taken a pregnant woman's pulse before, so I'm afraid of making mistakes."

I sneered in my heart, what a poor excuse.

I used to think that I didn't understand, but now it seems that he just wants me to be the scapegoat.

Mrs. Smith laughed it off and waved her hand to indicate that it was not a big deal.

"It's okay, I just want you to help me out a little more. In that case, let's eat first."