[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-bl-oops-i-seduced-my-sister-s-fiance-and-now-i-m":3,"chapter-bl-oops-i-seduced-my-sister-s-fiance-and-now-i-m-bl-oops-i-seduced-my-sister-s-fiance-and-now-i-m-chapter-18":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","[BL] Oops! I Seduced My Sister's Fiance (And Now I'm Pregnant)",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":20,"prevChapterSlug":21,"totalChapters":22,"novelImage":23},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":16,"volume":17,"translator":18,"content_hash":19},533134,785,"Chapter 18: The Diagnosis","bl-oops-i-seduced-my-sister-s-fiance-and-now-i-m-chapter-18",18,"\u003Cp>I come back to consciousness in pieces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Voices first, muffled, urgent, and overlapping.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Runze, can you hear me?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Should we call an ambulance?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Give him space, let him breathe...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then pain. Dull throb at the back of my skull where it hit something hard, the floor, probably.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I open my eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three faces hover above me. Father looking uncomfortable, Mother pale and tight-lipped, Feifei with tears tracking down her cheeks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Oh thank god.\" Feifei’s voice cracks with relief. \"You’re awake.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I try to sit up. The room spins violently and I have to close my eyes again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Don’t move yet.\" Mother’s hand presses my shoulder down. \"You fainted, just stay still for a moment.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...How long was I out?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Maybe thirty seconds.\" Father glances at his watch. \"You fell down hard and hit the table on the way.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That explains the headache.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feifei is already pulling out her phone. \"I’m calling a doctor.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No, I’m fine...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You’re not fine!\" Her hands are shaking. \"You just collapsed! You’ve been sick for weeks and you barely eat anything and...\" She stops, voice breaking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mother’s expression shifts from concern to decision. \"We’re taking you to the hospital. Now.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I don’t need...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That wasn’t a question.\" She’s already standing, grabbing her purse from the counter. \"Get up, carefully.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Father helps me to my feet, the room tilts again but stays mostly stable this time, I grip his arm until everything settles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I have that conference call at one-thirty...\" Father starts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Then go take it.\" Mother’s voice is clipped and efficient. \"I’ll handle this.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feifei bites her lip, looking torn. \"The caterer appointment...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I can go alone,\" Feifei says quickly. \"You should take him to get checked out.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Feifei, we were supposed to go together...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I know, but this is more important. I can handle the menu finalization.\" Feifei squeezes my hand. \"Just make sure he’s okay.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mother hesitates, then nods. \"Alright. Call me if you need anything.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I will. Go.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>***\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The car ride is mostly silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mother drives with sharp precision, hands tight on the wheel, I lean against the window and focus on not vomiting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You’re seeing a doctor whether you like it or not,\" she says after a few minutes. Not angry, just stating fact.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I know.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Good.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That’s all she says until we pull up to Huaren Hospital.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mother parks and reaches for her door handle, but I stop her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You should go meet Feifei.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She turns to look at me. \"What?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"At the caterer. You were supposed to go together, and she’s going to need help with all those decisions.\" I unbuckle my seatbelt. \"I can handle this on my own.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You just fainted.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And now I’m awake. I’ll see the doctor, get some tests done, and call you when I’m finished.\" I open my door. \"There’s no reason for both of you to miss the appointment.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mother studies me for a long moment, clearly calculating whether this is acceptable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Two hours,\" she says finally. \"If I don’t hear from you in two hours, I’m coming back.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Deal.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She drives away and I’m alone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>***\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The clinic waiting room is busier than I expected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A beta woman fills out paperwork at the reception desk. Two alphas sit together near the window, one reading a magazine. An elderly omega talks quietly with someone who might be their adult child. And scattered throughout, maybe four or five pregnant omegas in various stages.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I approach the reception desk, trying not to look at any of them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I called ahead,\" I tell the nurse. \"Li Runze. I fainted about forty minutes ago.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She types something into her computer. \"Right, yes. The doctor wants to run some tests, blood work and a physical exam. Is that alright?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yes.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She hands me a clipboard with forms. \"Fill these out and we’ll call you back shortly.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I take a seat as far from everyone else as possible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The form is standard. Name, age, designation (I tick the omega box), medical history, current medications, allergies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Current symptoms: I write nausea, fatigue, and fainting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Last heat cycle: I pause. The heat at Bael’s estate was maybe three weeks ago? I write down an approximation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Are you currently sexually active: My pen hovers. I tick yes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Do you use contraceptives: No.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could you be pregnant:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I stare at the question.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My hand is shaking slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I tick no.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because I’m not. I can’t be. This is just stress, or dehydration, or something else. Something fixable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I finish the form and return it to the desk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back in my seat, I count ceiling tiles and try not to think.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fifteen minutes later, a nurse calls my name.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She leads me to an examination room and takes vitals. Blood pressure low. Temperature normal. Weight down from what’s listed in their system, she notes that with a small frown.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The doctor wants a full blood panel,\" she says, wrapping a tourniquet around my arm. \"We’ll check for anemia, thyroid issues, blood sugar irregularities, anything that might cause fainting and your other symptoms.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She draws three vials, labels them carefully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Results should be ready in about thirty to forty minutes. You can wait in the main area.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>***\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back in the waiting room, I count tiles again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Forty-two across, thirty-one down, one thousand, three hundred and two total.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My phone buzzes. Feifei: *At the caterer now. How are you feeling? Any news yet?*\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Me: *Still waiting on test results. I’m fine.*\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feifei: *Let me know as soon as you hear anything. Love you.*\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I set my phone face-down on the chair beside me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Across from me, a pregnant omega shifts in their seat, hand resting on their bump. They can’t be very far along, maybe three or four months based on the size.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I look away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Count the tiles again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another pregnant omega walks past with their alpha partner, heading toward the examination rooms. They’re laughing about something, relaxed and happy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I focus on my phone screen and check the time, only eight minutes have passed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The nausea is still there, that constant low-level queasiness that’s been my companion for weeks. The exhaustion sits heavy in my bones despite doing nothing but lying in bed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These are symptoms of something.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dehydration, maybe, or low blood sugar like Mother said, stress.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A virus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pregnant omega across from me stands and waddles toward the bathroom, moving carefully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I count tiles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My mind won’t stay quiet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The nausea started maybe two or three weeks ago, not sudden, gradual, getting worse over time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The exhaustion around the same time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Food aversions came next, everything tastes wrong, smells wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Heightened sense of smell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those are clearly symptoms of.....\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It can’t be.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These are symptoms of a lot of things. Stress does all of this, I’ve been under incredible stress, anyone would be sick.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The nurse said they’re testing for thyroid issues. That causes fatigue and nausea.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anemia causes fatigue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Low blood sugar causes fainting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It’s one of those things, something simple, something with a prescription and a treatment plan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pregnant omega returns from the bathroom and sits back down, scrolling through their phone with one hand while the other rests on their stomach.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I look at the clock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Twenty-three minutes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The waiting room is too warm, or maybe I’m too warm, I can’t tell anymore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I should eat something, that’s probably the problem. I haven’t eaten a proper meal in days, maybe weeks, of course my body is shutting down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once I get the test results back showing low blood sugar or anemia or thyroid problems, I’ll start eating again. Force myself and it’ll be fine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It has to be fine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thirty-eight minutes after the blood draw, the nurse appears in the doorway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Mr. Li? The doctor will see you now.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I stand on shaking legs and follow her down a hallway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She leads me to a consultation room where a Doctor sits behind a desk, looking at a computer screen. He’s older, maybe late fifties, with gray at his temples and a professional demeanor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Mr. Li.\" He gestures to the chair across from him. \"Please, sit.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I sit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My hands grip the armrests.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’s quiet for a moment, reading whatever is on his screen, then he turns to face me, expression neutral.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Your test results came out.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I can’t breathe properly but I nod.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He folds his hands on the desk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Congratulations, Mr. Li. You’re five weeks pregnant.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The words hit like ice water.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Five weeks pregnant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Five weeks pregnant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Five weeks pregnant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The phrase repeats in my head, over and over, each repetition making it more real and more impossible at the same time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Five weeks pregnant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You’re five weeks pregnant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pregnant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Five weeks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pregnant pregnant pregnant—\u003C\u002Fp>",1456,"2026-05-30T13:48:48.524Z","2026-06-01T04:31:23.281Z",1,"novelbin.me","9118366decc9cf51b5aeafea0bc3b6ca4eb47ab32c3f28f9057a346c3490fb0e","bl-oops-i-seduced-my-sister-s-fiance-and-now-i-m-chapter-19","bl-oops-i-seduced-my-sister-s-fiance-and-now-i-m-chapter-17",106,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fbl-oops-i-seduced-my-sister-s-fiance-and-now-i-m-cover.jpg"]