Perhaps to make me give up completely, Lyu Juncheng actually suggested going to the hospital for another check-up, which made me fully trust him.
However, when the results came out, Lyu Juncheng had no issues, but I had some inflammation; the doctor advised me to watch my diet and even prescribed some medication.
Lyu Juncheng, as always, didn't blame me, just said to wait a little longer, that it would surely happen, but this wait lasted a lifetime.
If I hadn't run into the former doctor from the Mechanical Factory hospital at the hospital, and remembered that I left my umbrella there after we parted, I wouldn't have heard what he was saying to his senior.
Only then did I realize that it wasn't me who was infertile, but that Lyu Juncheng had plotted from the start. And the doctor who helped Lyu Juncheng with the vasectomy was precisely this doctor's senior.
