Be the C heroine in a famous book [Quick Transmigration]

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When night fell, there was a sound of a carriage outside Thornfield's gate.

Falks, who was downstairs, had obeyed his master's orders to stay there, and immediately led the doctor upstairs.

"Be quiet." Rochester opened the door, said something in a low voice, then re-entered the room, and stood at the end of the bed to watch the doctor's diagnosis.

The doctor's diagnosis took a long time. He carefully observed Bosha's symptoms and asked Falks about some things before he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Mrs. Rochester, she should be pregnant." The doctor's voice was very clear in the room.

At this moment, several pairs of eyes in the room looked over, among which Mr. Rochester's had the most presence.

"What did you say?" Mr. Rochester had a dazed expression, seemingly unable to react.

But for Dr. Jones, an experienced doctor, this kind of reaction from family members has been seen too much.

"You heard me right, Mr. Rochester, congratulations." The doctor walked out of the room with a smile, and Falks, who was pleasantly surprised, immediately led him the way and asked about his wife's nursing methods.

The room suddenly fell silent, Rochester seemed to have finally come to his senses, he turned his head to look at Bosha who was sleeping soundly, the corners of his mouth raised more and more, and finally he couldn't help laughing out loud.

He didn't expect that God favored him so much.An hour ago, he thought he was living in a desperate hell, but now, he suddenly regained his vitality.

Thornfield in early spring is already full of vitality, the woods outside the window have sprouted new leaves, and the briars on the road have given birth to flower buds, smiling shyly in the tender green grass.

When Bosha woke up the next day, she was dazed for a moment, but the moment she turned her head, she frowned.

Why is Rochester here?

On the seat beside the bed, Rochester was leaning against the back of the chair and fell asleep, seemingly in a deep sleep.

Did he stay here last night?

She looked at him thoughtfully for a while, then rang the bell, hoping the servant could give her a hint.

Falks entered the room lightly, with a joyful expression on his face, and he was very careful in speaking to her, as if he was afraid of shocking something.

"Falkes, what happened last night?" she asked sitting on the bed.

Falks seemed to have just remembered something, her smile became wider, and her tone could not conceal her joy: "Madam, congratulations, the doctor said you are pregnant."

Bosha verified her guess, and the doctor really came last night.

She smiled subconsciously: "Really? This is really a happy event. "

"Happy event, of course, it's a great happy event." Falks was extremely happy, "But Mr. Rochester should be the happiest. He was so happy that he couldn't sleep last night, and he didn't fall asleep until dawn."

"Why don't you let him go back to the room to sleep?" Bosha glanced at Rochester, and found that he was moving, as if he was about to wake up.

"I said it, but he refused anyway. He said he must look at you to feel at ease. I have never seen such a gentleman." Falks looked at her with a face of relief, as if for her to have a Such a gentleman is happy.

Bo Sha forced a smile, but said nothing.

Falks felt that her reaction was a bit strange, and was about to ask, when he saw Rochester sitting up, and immediately swallowed his words.

"Bosha, are you awake?" Rochester looked at Bosha, his eyes sparkled, "How do you feel?"

Seeing his happy face, Bo Sha didn't seem to be worried at all, and suddenly felt that the smile on his face was an eyesore.

"Falkes, you go out first, I have something to say." Bosha said to the housekeeper.

The butler immediately backed away, Bosha withdrew her gaze, and turned to look at Rochester with a hint of malice in her eyes.

The smile on Rochester's face gradually dissipated, and he looked at her with some doubts.

"Mr. Rochester, you seem very happy because I'm pregnant?" Bosha leaned against the head of the bed, her expression was definitely not happy.

Rochester stopped laughing, he watched her silent for a while, and said in a low voice: "Yes, Bosha, I am very happy. Are you unhappy?"

Bo Sha smiled sarcastically: "Happy, you probably forgot one thing."

She paused, and under Rochester's surprised gaze, her eyes were slightly red: "You probably forgot that I have a family hereditary disease."

Rochester's eyes widened slightly, he really didn't think of this matter, he was too happy to care about it at all.

He stood by the bed and looked at her for a while, as if realizing something, he frowned slightly, and said in a low voice: "Bosha, he is a gift from God, we cannot kill him."

Bo Sha looked at him without speaking, with a kind of estimation in his eyes.

A flash of eagerness flashed in Rochester's eyes, and he sat down beside her, leaning his upper body forward, with a trace of anxiety: "Bosha, this is too dangerous. Even if she is born sick, it is God's arrangement."

Bo Sha looked at his face, and unexpectedly found that he really didn't dislike him, so she couldn't help raising her eyebrows.

People in this era know little about genetics, and it is impossible to know that some diseases are on the sex chromosomes, so he should not know that boys will not inherit the disease of Bosha.

"Even if she's crazy?" She looked at him with a hint of doubt.

When Rochester heard this word, a tingle flashed in his eyes, and he said hoarsely: "Yes, even if she goes crazy, I still love her."

When he said this, he looked directly at her, as if he was not talking about the child, but Bosha.

Because of staying up late, his eyes were bloodshot, and he looked very sincere.Under his gaze, Bo Sha was also touched for a moment.

Perhaps, Rochester is a good father?

As he said, abortion was too dangerous, and Bosha didn't have the courage to risk her life unless it was absolutely necessary.

But if the child is a girl, it is very likely that she will inherit mental illness. She does not have mental power like herself, so it is destined to be a tragedy.

Mental strength……

It can be transferred, only between parents and children.

When Bo Sha thought of this, she suddenly became dizzy and retched.

Seeing her in pain, Rochester stood there helplessly, wanting to get closer but afraid of making her feel worse.After all, she had always hated herself.

But fortunately, Falks came up at this time. Seeing Bosha's reaction, she immediately put down the plate in her hand and patted her on the back.

Bosha rinsed her mouth with water and took a short rest before feeling better.

"Ma'am, would you like something to eat?" Falks turned his head and asked softly when he saw the look in the host's eyes.

Bosha glanced at the dinner plate, turned her head in disgust, suppressed the desire to retch, and shook her head.

Falks looked at her a little helplessly, then at the host, waiting for the next instruction.

Rochester clenched his fists, as if he had absorbed some courage, and whispered to the head of the bed: "Bosha, what do you want to eat?"

Bo Sha glanced at him, moved her lips, and changed her mind temporarily.

Did the child belong to two people, or was it conceived because of his shamelessness, why should it only make her suffer?

"I want to eat a kind of Chinese food called Mapo Tofu." She felt a little uncomfortable when she said it, especially after her black eyes shone slightly.

"Of course." Rochester eagerly agreed, and then asked with some embarrassment, "Again, what kind of food is it?"

The name of the dish, Bosha, was said in Chinese, but he didn't understand it.

It was only today that he learned that Bosha could speak Chinese. In the eyes of the British at this time, the Qing Dynasty was still a mysterious country.

Bo Sha repeated that, in fact, she didn't have any expectations in her heart. Finding a Chinese cook in the UK is undoubtedly difficult.

Rochester immediately remembered the name, and immediately ran downstairs. The sound of footsteps gradually headed towards the study. He must be writing a letter?

Bo Sha looked at the direction in which he was leaving, and her mood unexpectedly improved a little, rationality led her to look at the dinner plate again.

"Falkes, give me the chicken soup." The most nutritious thing in it is this soup, no matter whether the child is mentally ill or not, there is no harm in making it better.

Hearing what she said, the butler immediately laughed, and while serving her soup, he said with a smile: "Madam, did you deliberately dismiss Mr. just now, so that he should not worry?"

Bo Sha paused, looked up at her, continued to drink soup, nodded, and let her continue to misunderstand.

The new life has brought great changes to Thornfield. Rochester changed from his previous gloomy appearance and became more and more kind, and the servants were very happy.

One day in the second month of pregnancy, Bo Sha suddenly regained her appetite.For the second time on that day, Thornfield's cook was rewarded by the host.

In a relaxed and happy environment, Bosha's mood will also be affected, and she will not be so negative.But under the surface harmony, there is always a hint of crisis hidden.

She didn't know if the child was a girl, she didn't dare to bet.Because if a girl is really born, it means killing her for the rest of her life.

But abortion has been denied, and there seems to be only one choice left for her.

Transfer part of the mental power to the child.

However, the significance of spiritual power to her is extraordinary, but her life.

"Bosha" will appear at any time, she needs to resist the invasion of mental illness, and her original mental strength is only enough, not surplus.

If separated, she will face a very dangerous situation.

As the child grows up, she has to make decisions.There was nowhere to tell Bosha's pain, and the smile on her face became less and less.

Rochester saw it, but had no way of knowing the truth. He could only guess that she was worried about the child's health, and kept reassuring and comforting her, but with little effect.

When the child was five months old, with fetal movement, Bosha finally made up his mind.

Her actions are very risky, but she is more afraid of remorse than danger.

In a cold winter, with the expectations of the servants and the anxiety of the parents, the child was finally born smoothly.

Lying in the warm bedroom, Bosha breathed a sigh of relief when she heard Falks say, "It's a boy, ma'am."

A boy should not inherit mental illness.

The child was born, Thornfield had an heir, and everything was fine, except for Bosha's state of mind.