Instantly arrived at the room.
At this moment, she bent over, continuously vomiting, while Ning Xin stood beside her, patting her back.
"Why is she still vomiting so severely?"
Liu Mei furrowed tightly, her eyes full of concern.
"Ugh!"
Lan Meng'Er coughed up a mouthful of bitter water, her face slightly pale.
Even though she was an Immortal-Grade Martial Artist, her pregnancy sickness was far more unbearable than that of an average person.
After all, an Immortal-Grade Martial Artist expends a lot every day.
Ever since her morning sickness began, she has lost several pounds.
"Drink some water!"
Chen Xuan picked up the white jade porcelain cup and personally fed her.
After drinking some water, Lan Meng'Er breathed a long sigh, feeling significantly better.
"Thank you, husband."
Her pale face squeezed out a slight smile.
"You've endured so much!"
Chen Xuan gently touched her face, then asked Ning Xin, "What do those famous doctors say?"
