Stomp Her to Pieces

"Su Han, I'm afraid you're not just uncomfortable, but you've also faced a lot of hardship, haven't you?"

Su Yingxue's eyes held a touch of sympathy.

She took Su Han to her room, had her undressed, and lay on the bed. After a simple examination, she diagnosed Su Han's three-year infertility.

Pressing on Su Han's abdomen, she asked, "Do you experience irregular menstruation and frequent abdominal pain?"

Su Han nodded. "Sometimes, the pain is unbearable, especially during my period. It's a continuous discomfort even when I drink water."

Su Yingxue brought out pen and paper, writing as she spoke, "Your meridians are blocked, there's a heavy chill in your abdomen, compounded by daily exertions, severely weakening your body, hence the inability to conceive."

Nervously clutching her chest, Su Han spoke with anxiety, "Sister, can you cure me? I... I need a child."