After hearing the elder lady's words, even though Qiu Yan was unwilling, she had no choice but to nod at Zhong Niangyao, "Master, please have a look for me."
Zhong Niangyao could see the other's distrust, and she said with a smile, "Whether you want to consult or not is your decision, you don't need to force yourself for the sake of others."
"Master, please have a look for me," Qiu Yan's face showed a bitter smile, "Actually, I also want to know if I still have a chance to become a mother."
In truth, she was very conflicted. After so many years of marriage, she had visited the hospital countless times and tried many folk remedies, but she still couldn't get pregnant.
Because of this, at home, whether it was her in-laws or her husband, they all gave her cold looks daily and mocked her as a hen that couldn't lay eggs. She felt like a criminal. Everyone blamed the responsibility of not being able to have children on her, making her feel suffocated.
