Mo Qian looked at Zhuang Xian's slightly raised brows and the mocking expression on her little face, and his mood suddenly brightened up.
He moved his wheelchair closer and explained with a smile, "I'm sorry, I went to the hospital to get my examination report. I didn't mean to leave you alone at home. I think you'll need this detailed information."
As Mo Qian spoke, he gestured for Mo Xi to place the thick stack of documents in his hands on the coffee table in front of Zhuang Xian.
Zhuang Xian looked at these things and was slightly embarrassed.
How should he put it? She felt that Mo Qian was being a little too serious. Saint Valley Medicine was famous for its traditional Chinese medicine, so the rigorous and complicated tests of Western medicine were not necessary for Zhuang Xian's eyes.
However, when she saw Mo Qian's serious expression, Zhuang Xian could not say anything.
