Qiao Xiaon'an held a medical examination report with numerous items on it.
Ye Jiajia took it from her, reading item by item, frowning slightly, "I don't understand some of these, Xiaon'an, what did the doctor say?"
Mentioning the doctor, Qiao Xiaon'an was immediately reminded of their cold faces, their tired and perfunctory tones, and a sense of loss flashed through her heart.
When Amo was around, she had a dedicated doctor, even the director of Minsheng Hospital treated her with great respect. But now, in order to put on an act with Director Liu, she could only go to an average hospital and endure others' indifference.
Apropos of how people change truly reflected the saying—
Human kindness is as thin as paper, each situation in life is ever-changing like a game of chess.
Pulling her mind back from her transient musings, Qiao Xiaon'an gave Ye Jiajia a faint smile.
"The doctor said everything is normal. The fetus is very healthy, and so am I."
