Chapter 307: The Matriarchal Tribe Has a Treasure That Can Strengthen Pregnant Women

Nan Qinghuan was speechless; this man was truly foolish.

Seeing so many people watching them, the man kept feeling her belly, feeling embarrassed.

She quickly reached out and gently brushed his hand off her abdomen, "It's still there, we've only just become pregnant, not yet showing; rest assured she's fine."

She was already very thin, so a natural pregnancy wouldn't be obvious, and the child was only a little over a month, not even two months, so a non‑prominent belly was normal.

When he heard the child was fine, Ying still felt uneasy and insisted on dragging Nan Qinghuan to Youchao Xuan to have her examined.

"Youchao Xuan, Youchao Xuan."

Youchao Xuan's Tulou, built by the water's edge, had long been inhabited; hearing Ying's voice, Youchao Xuan, who had been drying Herbal Medicine, thought something was wrong and hurried out.

"Ying, Goddess, what's wrong?"

Along the way Nan Qinghuan was being carried by the man, who insisted on finding Youchao Xuan to check whether her fetus was still there, which left Nan Qinghuan speechless, but she came along just to be safe.

One reason was to reassure Ying; the other was that she needed to find time for Youchao Xuan to learn how to deliver a pregnant woman.

She realized Axi alone couldn't manage; although she could help the tribe's pregnant women now, when it was her turn to give birth she couldn't do it herself and would still need them.

The earlier she trains, the better.

"You come and look at Qinghuan, why can't this fetus be seen? When A Tian is next to her, her belly swells up."

Ying grew increasingly frightened; Youchao Xuan hurriedly had him set Nan Qinghuan down beside the table. He lived alone here, but he was the finest carpenter, having made a wooden bed and a Wooden Table.

The furniture at home was slowly becoming more numerous and finer.

"Goddess, shall I take a look for you?"

Nan Qinghuan, wanting to teach him more, nodded in agreement; while Youchao Xuan took her pulse, Ying squatted nearby waiting.

He waited, fidgeting and scratching his cheek.

He looked just like a wild person.

Although Nan Qinghuan had turned him into a rough ancient man, the wild habits remained in his bones, something Nan Qinghuan could not change.

It was also a habit Ying had etched into his bones.

Seeing Youchao Xuan remain silent, Ying grew nervous, "What's the matter, why hasn't it come out yet?"

After taking her pulse, Youchao Xuan finally released Nan Qinghuan's hand, glanced at her, then at the anxious Ying, "Goddess is fine; her body is just a bit weak. Have you not been eating properly these past days?"

Yes, Nan Qinghuan seemed even thinner.

She had been experiencing morning sickness these days, and she only liked sour fruits, so she didn't gain weight and even lost some; there was no scale here, so she didn't know her weight, only that her belly felt empty.

"It's uncomfortable, the severe morning sickness isn't serious; I'm a doctor myself, I know my own condition."

"Uncomfortable? The morning sickness is indeed troublesome, but there should be a way."

Hearing that, Nan Qinghuan was speechless; morning sickness is a natural phenomenon—what remedy? "There's no cure; we just have to wait a few more months for it to improve."

She had no experience, it was her first pregnancy, so she would go back and ask A Mu for advice.

Youchao Xuan still felt sorry for her, giving her a deep look; although he wasn't female and didn't know the hardship of pregnancy, he had seen the tribe's women pregnant.

Since arriving here, several women of his tribe had become pregnant, and he examined them daily; they were all very healthy.

So that Curse was indeed false.

"I once visited the Matriarchal Tribe; I heard they have a relic called Bodhi Root. Brewing it with an eagle's claw can make a pregnant woman's body very strong; men who eat it become robust, women who eat it won't have morning sickness, and childbirth becomes easier."

Hearing this, Nan Qinghuan was startled, "Is there really such a powerful medicine in the world?"

Bodhi Root—what is that? Sure enough, Ying took note of it the moment he heard it, Bodhi Root.

This time he was determined!

"Do you know if the Matriarchal Tribe still has any?"

Youchao Xuan shook his head, "As far as I know, Bodhi Root is very rare; I don't know if it will appear at this Bolan Festival. Even if it does, it's something every Tribe fights over, hard to obtain, and it's also effective against Beastman injuries; Rongdi will also try to seize it."

Those words darkened Ying's expression; after giving Nan Qinghuan a deep look, he smiled brightly, "Qinghuan, let's go home."

Ying dotes on her to the utmost, never letting her walk; when they stepped outside it began to rain, and fearing her Shoes would get dirty, he lifted her, covering her head with a leaf, and they gradually vanished into the misty rain.

Youchao Xuan silently watched their departing silhouettes grow farther away.

"Youchao Xuan."

Outside, ChaoJi darted in, laughing, "What are you looking at?"

"Why did you come? It's already dark, why aren't you staying at your own home?"

ChaoJi, seeing he didn't welcome her and wasn't angry, said, "Don't think I don't know what you're looking at; do you like Omu?"

When she said that, Youchao Xuan was shocked and immediately covered her mouth.

"What are you babbling? You're crazy; if Ying heard that, what would happen?"

"Why be afraid? Do you think Ying doesn't know?"

"What exactly do you want to do?"

ChaoJi, seeing Youchao Xuan was displeased, smiled, "I don't want to do anything; since you don't like me anyway, could you do me a favor?"

"What are you saying now?"

ChaoJi, a little helpless, "Goddess now pregnant and busy, definitely has no time for the Wolf Tribe; I want you…"

"…let you help me be with Yao."

That surprised Youchao Xuan, "Yao? You like Yao?"

"Exactly, I like him; you help me—if I can marry him I'll do anything."

Youchao Xuan smiled, "You want to become Yao's female, but he's a Beastman—aren't you afraid?"

"Beastman?"

Light rain drizzled as the Tulou was enveloped in candlelight.

When Ying brought Nan Qinghuan back, A Mu had already prepared dinner; the meal was lavish, with lamb, rice, and a pot of fragrant lamb soup.

"Qinghuan, eat more; A Mu specially stewed this for you. I heard you're strong today, able to split rocks. Since you're pregnant, stay indoors. Ying, don't take Qinghuan to the Bolan Festival; there are so many people—if anything happens, what will we do?"