I was breeding sows, and my mother called and said:
"Your brother has been diagnosed with weak sperm. The prosperity of our old Chen family depends entirely on you!"
My younger brother wanted to drag his frail younger siblings to undergo in vitro fertilization. I firmly opposed it and explained the differences between in vitro fertilization for weak sperm and ordinary people, the probability of failure, and the harm to women.
With my kind words and persuasion, they finally adopted a boy, and I paid for all of my nephew's living expenses.
But my mother always believed that I cut off the incense in Lao Chen's family and opened the gas tank when I wasn't prepared, causing me to become brain-dead and in a vegetative state.
She made me into a human vessel for cultivating embryos, and used my flesh and blood to conceive his grandson.
The child in my belly hastened my death.
When I opened my eyes again, I went back to the day when my brother was diagnosed with asthenozoospermia. I said to the other end of the phone with a smile:
"Mom, the incense of Lao Chen's family still depends on your good pregnancy constitution!"
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
