"What's wrong?" The nurse's gasp made Clara Grant anxious, and her voice tensed up.
The nurse tilted her head, continuing to take Clara's pulse. After a moment, her eyes widened as she stared at her. "You're not pregnant, are you?" she asked. "This feels like a pregnancy pulse."
Clara Grant froze. 'Pregnant?' She instinctively glanced toward the door.
"Judging by your reaction, you didn't know you were pregnant, did you? This is wonderful news. Your husband will be thrilled when he finds out. When you get home, you need to make sure you get enough rest, watch what you eat, and..."
Before the nurse could finish, Clara Grant snatched her wrist away. "You... you must be mistaken, right? How could I possibly be pregnant? You're definitely wrong."
"How could I be? I..."
Clara Grant quickly held up a hand to cut her off. "I know you're a novice, just starting to learn traditional medicine, and you need affirmation and encouragement at this stage, but I'm really not pregnant.
