Meng Xi'er squeezed her phone and stood up from the couch, looking at the line of text sent by Mo Sinian, her face ashen.
She couldn't wait any longer, and immediately called Mo Sinian.
After three rings, a voice answered: "Hello?"
"How's the baby?" Meng Xi'er's voice was trembling, "Sinian, you're the doctor, you're more professional than me, is the blood test result...."
"Xi'er," Mo Sinian's voice was deep and low, "Don't worry too much…"
"Sinian, tell me, what's the worst possible condition the baby might have?"
"... It could be childhood leukemia," Mo Sinian paused, his voice soft, "Continuous fever is one of the symptoms, that's why ordinary fever reducing medicine can't bring down the temperature."
"…"
Meng Xi'er stood alone in the room, her hands and feet cold. For a moment, she could not feel any warmth, after what felt like an eternity, she heard Mo Sinian calling her name through the phone, and she snapped back to reality.
