I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2828 - 1754: First Come, First Served

Fang Qing’s gaze shifted.

A few seats away, she saw a pregnant woman on her right making a phone call. It must be her husband on the other end, even though she was alone, her face was brimming with a joyful smile as she caressed her balloon-like belly, looking extremely sweet.

Similarly alone, Qing Gege didn’t feel any sense of disparity. On the contrary, she was positively influenced, as if infected by the other’s happiness, her anxious heart slowly calmed down.

Some only complain, blame, dragging others into the deep abyss of misery.

And some are born to grow toward the sun.

"Ding dong... Fang Qing, number 16, please proceed to room 203."

Beneath her mask, Fang Qing slowly exhaled again, stood up, and walked toward the clinic room.

"Fang Qing?"

"Mm."

"What’s wrong?"

The female doctor attending was quite young, about thirty years old, glanced at Fang Qing, then refocused on the computer.

"I, my period is three days late, and I’m feeling a bit unwell..."

"You suspect you’re pregnant, right?"

The doctor was quite straightforward, typing swiftly on the keyboard, then said, "Go for a blood test to check progesterone levels. Area A on the third floor. Come back with the results."

It was that efficient.

Qing Gege didn’t even have time to sit down.

Twenty minutes later.

Qing Gege, appearing in the laboratory, pulled down her sleeve, holding a slip, continued to find a seat.

According to the instructions on the slip, the results would be available in forty-five minutes from the report machine.

Meaning.

An additional forty-five minutes of torment.

The laboratory was much busier than the obstetrics department, with every seat in the resting area occupied. Fang Qing had to leave the lab and found a spot in the corridor.

After sitting down slowly, Fang Qing unconsciously pulled down her mask to breathe more freely, focusing her eyes on nothing, letting her mind go blank.

Could it be.

That it’s really that wonderful?

The national fertility rate is on the edge of a cliff; it’s not just unwillingness to have kids, but also incapability. According to surveys, on average, three out of every ten couples cannot conceive naturally, needing to resort to IVF and other external measures.

And she.

Was just reckless one time.

Involuntarily.

Fang Qing recalled her trip to River City.

Besides attending a concert, they also visited a temple.

She remembered the One-Eyebrow Monk she encountered there.

And the hundred-yuan fortune slip she drew.

"If you ask about relationships,

This slip means, a match made in heaven.

It’s a top-tier fortune."

Who says monks are all about swindling and deceit?

In an environment where the fertility rate leads globally, hitting the mark on the first try, what better way to describe it than a match made in heaven?

A blush suddenly surfaced on Fang Qing’s cheeks, contrasting with the white hospital walls, like wintersweet blooming in winter.

"Miss Fang?"

A voice of surprise called out.

Fang Qing looked up and saw a couple. She didn’t recognize the woman, but the man in his forties she knew.

"Director Miao."

She politely stood up.

"I didn’t expect to run into Miss Fang here. When I walked over, I thought I mistook someone..."

As the deputy director of Sha City’s bureau, Director Miao was undoubtedly a bigwig in Sha City, yet he was quite courteous, even respectful.

"My wife."

He introduced to Fang Qing.

"Hello."

"Hello, Miss Fang."

They exchanged pleasantries.

"Miss Fang, are you... unwell?"

"No, I’m here with a friend."

Fang Qing explained with a smile, showing no sign of deceit. If it were an ordinary person, they likely wouldn’t have such composure.

Director Miao nodded, smiling, "My wife is pregnant. I’m here with her for a prenatal checkup today."

"Really?"

Fang Qing’s gaze landed on the woman’s flat stomach.

The director’s wife explained, "It’s only two months; it hasn’t shown yet."

"Every time we come, it’s blood tests, sigh." Director Miao looked helpless.

"This is your second child?"

"Yes, responding to the nation’s call."

Director Miao chuckled.

"Congratulations."

"Thank you, Miss Fang."

Director Miao glanced toward the lab, "We’ll go get checked now."

"Yes, it’s quite crowded; better hurry."

Fang Qing joked.

They said their goodbyes.

"Who is she..."

While the director’s wife walked with her husband toward the lab, she asked in a low voice,

"The sky in Sha City changed, all because of her."

Director Miao, personally accompanying his wife and not using privileges, restrained his smile.

"Oh?"

The director’s wife, shocked, immediately understood why her husband was so respectful.

"That’s why one should act righteously, or your husband won’t be here with you for checkups?"

"Good thing you didn’t get on the Zhou Family’s ship."

Mrs. Miao sighed with relief.

Wearing plain clothes and indistinguishable from ordinary folks, Director Miao sighed with a smile, "I thought I’d never see the light of day in this lifetime, didn’t expect such a large tree to fall so easily."

"There are people beyond people, and heavens beyond heavens."

Mrs. Miao said.

Director Miao unconsciously nodded.

"If she’s with a friend, why is she sitting outside?"

Mrs. Miao felt curious.

"She’s lying."

"Oh?"

Mrs. Miao, surprised, looked at her husband who worked his way up from the grassroots, "Why?"

"I don’t know. It simply has nothing to do with us."

Director Miao, with Fiery Eyes, walked into the lab, looking at the crowd, subconsciously frowned, then sighed.

"Let’s queue up."

Seeing a doctor feels like being a thief.

Not only does she have to hide it from her parents and avoid acquaintances, she also endures psychological torment. Who knows how much Fang Qing has suffered.

Yet despite this, she never thought of finding a scapegoat. With no seats in the corridor, she went downstairs, took a turn outside the hospital, and only returned when it was nearly time, still cautious as she printed the report at the machine.

Fortunately, the director and his wife didn’t appear.

"Chhh——"

The report printed out slowly.

No doubt about it.

This piece of paper weighed more to her than a college admission notice.

Fang Qing, who had already put her mask back on, pulled out the still warm paper, didn’t linger, quickly went downstairs, took the escalator, didn’t stop even on the second floor, took a semi-circular route, and continued downstairs.

Was she worried about running into Director Miao and his wife back at the obstetrics department?

It’s possible.

After all, they were legitimately there for a prenatal checkup.

Ignoring the doctor’s advice, Fang Qing, holding the test report, didn’t go for a consultation but hurriedly left the outpatient building, heading to the parking lot.

"Bang."

The car door opened and closed.

Sitting in the driver’s seat, within an absolutely private and undisturbed space, she finally picked up the report she hadn’t had a chance to look at.

Her actions were incredibly slow, as if the seemingly thin piece of paper weighed a ton.

No need to return to the clinic.

Some simple questions need not trouble the doctor, she could understand them herself.

Her heart, involuntarily, lifted again.

The report was filled with dense data, Fang Qing skim-read, searching for two specific words in the ant-sized font.

Yes.

Just these two words.

"Progesterone!"

Progesterone: 20.

Following the number, the indicators were quite steady.

Mm.

For typical pregnancies, this indicator is generally in the hundreds or thousands.

And a non-pregnant woman...

The indicator is... 0.

Normally in early pregnancy, meaning just after conception, the progesterone level would fluctuate in two digits.

This, she learned from AI during last night’s insomnia, and it indeed came in handy today.

Fang Qing’s pupils dilated, dully holding the report, dumbstruck.

AI technology is far from mature, often fabricating answers to certain problems, but it doesn’t mess around with basic knowledge.

Actually, a little further down, she could see the conclusions provided by the lab.

Two words.

Pregnancy.

Medically, it refers to the process of an embryo and fetus growing and developing inside the maternal body.

In plain, layman’s terms—being pregnant.

Fang Qing’s mind was hit by a tsunami. Despite having had a night to prepare, when the results were revealed, she still fell apart.

She, being the first to appear in someone’s life.

Afterwards.

Kept being replaced by others, one after another.

As a legal professional who doesn’t truly believe in fairness, she inexplicably felt a bizarre sense of fairness at this moment.

Could it be that heaven is fair in terms of first come, first served?

The Maserati remained for a long time, staying longer than it took to arrive...