What's wrong with living for tens of thousands of years and eating soft food?

The Wrangler galloped along.

The car quickly drove to the First Hospital of Wangjiang Medical University.

After parking the car, Zhang Xiaoan and the two hurriedly got out of the car and walked into the emergency hall to take the number, and then went straight to the men's department.

Zhang Xiaoan suddenly realized something was wrong when he was halfway there. He turned around and asked, "Are you also going to the men's department?"

"I'm looking at the andrology of chicken feathers! Can't you see that my sister is so well developed?"

Fang Moxuan rolled her eyes and responded.

"Then what are you doing with me?"

"I'll check with you first, and then I'll check again."

Zhang Xiaoan said nothing after hearing this, and stood there scratching his head with an embarrassed expression.

Seeing his coquettish appearance, Fang Moxuan frowned and asked, "Are you going to lay an egg?"

"Why don't you let me check it out by myself? You follow me... I'm a little embarrassed." How could Zhang Xiao'an go to the hospital to see a doctor at such an old age?

The first time he came to the hospital for an andrology checkup, he felt a little awkward no matter how he thought about it.

"Now! Look at your virtue, then I'll go check it out. Call me after you finish the checkup."

Fang Moxuan threw the registration form to him and ran to the gynecology department for a check-up.

Zhang Xiaoan came to the men's department waiting hall with the registration slip in his hand. He scanned the code on the machine, and the machine showed that there were three people in line in front of him.

“Business is so good, there’s still a queue for a ticket that costs 200 yuan a ticket.”

Zhang Xiaoan muttered, found an empty seat, sat down on the chair, crossed his legs, and scanned the crowd around him.

After a few seconds.

He saw a man slamming the door out of the consulting room, walking up to a woman with an angry look on his face, and throwing the examination report in his hand at her face.

The man cursed angrily: "This time the paternity test report and my infertility report are both here. Let me see how you can make excuses!"

"Before coming here, you tried to explain to me that maybe the doctor made a mistake. Now I'm infertile. Let me see how you can explain it!"

"Damn it! I told you why the child doesn't look like me. You can really hide it, you bitch!"

"..."

The woman's face turned red after being scolded, and she pursed her lips and remained silent.

The man pointed at her nose and shouted: "Bitch, please listen to me. You and your two children will get out of here tomorrow!"

When the woman heard this, she was a little unhappy. She raised her head and asked, "Why should you give me both children?"

The people waiting around for medical treatment began to whisper and whisper to the people around them.

Zhang Xiaoan caught them calling women shameless.

"Both children are not mine, why do you think they are riding horses? Why do you think they are cnm's..."

"Your eldest son was born to you and your ex-wife. What does it have to do with me?"

The people around him changed the subject.

Zhang Xiaoan caught them saying that this man was a bastard.

"I...I...I'm going to find her right now!" After saying that, the man turned and left.

The woman spat at his back and chased after him.

As the two leading actors left, the waiting hall became quiet soon after.

Followed by.

Zhang Xiaoan saw another man walking out of the clinic, holding a test report in his hand and excitedly running to a woman with a big belly.

The man handed over the examination report and said happily: "Look, the doctor said that I am infertile. I have already said that the child in your belly is definitely not mine, hahaha!"

The woman's search for the taker failed, and she sat there with a devastated look on her face, tears bursting from her eyes instantly.

"Please contact my bridges and I wish you can find your child's father as soon as possible!"

"Brother, I have a date, let's go first!"

After saying that, the man smiled and left the waiting hall, not taking the issue of infertility to heart at all.

Same disease, two different mentalities.

From this point, we can see that sometimes looking at problems from different angles can indeed yield different surprises.

……

After the two farces were over.

Zhang Xiaoan looked at the registration slip in his hand and fell into deep thought, muttering in his heart.

Why did I come here when I had nothing to do?

Have I fallen into a misunderstanding?

I am an immortal who has lived for tens of thousands of years. How could I be infertile?

Am I taking myself a little too seriously?

Pure leisure!

Just as Zhang Xiaoan was about to get up and leave, his name appeared on the big screen.

[Please ask patient No. 17 Zhang Xiaoan to go to clinic No. 7 for treatment. 】

"Forget it, I'm here now. After the inspection is completed, I will have an explanation for Xuanxuan."

After Zhang Xiaoan comforted himself, he walked towards Clinic No. 7 with ease.

To relax, he whistled as he walked.

When passing by Clinic No. 4, the man standing at the door waiting for treatment said to him: "Brother, please stop blowing. My prostate is a little bad and I can't hold it in anymore."

"Oh, I'm sorry!"

Zhang Xiaoan glanced at the man, walked to the door of Clinic No. 7, opened the door and walked in.

The old professor wearing a pair of reading glasses sat on his chair and looked up at him: "You are so young, what's wrong with you?"

"Get pregnant."

"Oh, check the quality, right? Just wait a moment, and I'll give you some inspection orders right away."

After entering the room for less than a minute, Zhang Xiaoan came out again with a pile of checklists given to him by the old professor.

As he walked towards the examination room, he took out his phone and called Fang Moxuan: "I've finished issuing the examination form, where are you?"

"You go check it out yourself first, honey. I met a friend. We will chat for a while. I will come over to find you in a while."

"Oh, okay."

……

more than an hour later.

In Clinic No. 7.

The old professor looked at Zhang Xiaoan's checklist and asked, "Do you usually smoke?"

"smoke."

The old professor asked again: "Do you want to drink?"

"I'm not very good at drinking. I rarely drink, but I can stay up late."

"Alas..." The old professor suddenly let out a long sigh.

Zhang Xiaoan's whole heart was twitching.

Fuck!

I’m not really infertile, am I? !

Just when he was about to sit still.

I heard the old professor say: "Young man, your good health is enviable. You have the habit of smoking, drinking and staying up late, but your tadpoles are of high quality! They are very healthy and active."

This old bastard!

Why are you still trying to scare people?

The old professor handed over the checklist and said, "Just adjust your schedule a little and stop smoking and drinking for the time being. After your wife gets pregnant, there should be no problem after the logistics checkup."

"That's good, that's good...thank you, doctor." Zhang Xiaoan thanked him quickly and said goodbye to the old professor with a pile of checklists.

……

Sitting on the chair in front of the morgue, Zhang Xiaoan looked sad.

The reason why he chose to sit at the door of the morgue was because it was quieter here and it was easier for him to think about something.

It is a good thing that fertility function has not been lost.

Of course, it was also within his expectations.

But what if Fang Moxuan insists on taking her home to have a baby after she sees her checklist?

Zhang Xiaoan has no plans to have a baby.

At least not now.

He looked at the door of the morgue with a longing look in his eyes: "I really want to go in there and lie down for a while to calm down..."

"Da da……"

Hearing the footsteps, Zhang Xiaoan turned his head and looked towards the stairs.

Two tall men, tightly wrapped in clothes, were slowly walking towards him with malicious looks on their faces.

Zhang Xiaoan felt that these two strong men looked familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen them before.

Before he could figure out the reason.

Guo Dakuan had already walked to him and opened his clothes, revealing the dagger on his waist.

"Boy, do you want to follow me yourself, or should I do it?"