Ren Ying took it over. Although she wasn't medically trained and was completely clueless about medical matters, it didn't mean she couldn't understand these test reports. The most straightforward thing to do was to look directly at the final results.
Ren Ying's gaze gradually moved downward, finally coming to rest on the last page, that line, those few words. Seeing the written "70% compatibility" caused a burning sensation in her eyes.
"This is acceptable, isn't it?"
She asked in a hurry, her heart unintentionally squeezing into her throat, a sharp, unbearable pain. Just 70%, merely 70%, why so little? And could such a small percentage truly suffice, would it actually work, could they really use it?
"Although it's only 70%, it's enough," Wu Haoran crossed his legs and took the medical report from Ren Ying's hands.
"This compatibility rate is extremely high, given that he's not your son."
Ren Ying felt as if something was stuck in her throat with an indescribable bitterness.
