He shook his head, and in the depths of his eyes, cold emotions swirled.
His fingers tightly clenched into a fist.
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The check-up was completed.
When only Emma Smith, Andrew, and Thomas Smith remained in the room, there was more fish soup than the mother and son could consume. Emma washed a clean bowl and handed over a spoon: "Andrew, you should have some too."
Andrew looked at Emma's tear-streaked eyes and her gentle expression, took the bowl, and after only a couple sips, he asked, "Has Tommy passed the danger period now?"
"Yes." Emma nodded, stroking her son's little head, "If there's no high fever or rejection symptoms in the next day or two, we can basically say that Tommy is fine."
"How great would that be!" Andrew couldn't help but exclaim, "Don't you just wish for Tommy to recover fully? Now, he'll grow up like any other normal child. You won't have to worry about him getting into trouble anymore."
