It was five in the evening.
Xia Yanran followed Xiao Yi to the doctor's office.
After they got the results, Xiao Yi didn't even look at it and didn't let Xia Yanran see it either.
Although he looked like he feared nothing and was extremely calm, Xia Yanran knew that he was worried and afraid as well.
As they sat opposite of the doctor, Xiao Yi's hands on his knees clenched into tight fists and Xia Yanran placed her soft hand on top of his.
The doctor took a close look at the CT scan and saw a dark shadow at his lungs. However, he didn't give an immediate conclusion and took a look at the cells analysis as well.
It was only a few minutes, but it felt like two centuries long to Xia Yanran.
She kept praying nonstop that it would be nothing, that it would be fine.
