"Xuexue!" Yang Chengrong rushed to his wife's side, his eyes brimming with deep concern and self-reproach. Since their marriage, his wife had not only taken care of the household but also the affairs of the factory, and these past few days she had been busy preparing for her sister's birthday banquet. Yet he had failed to notice his wife's discomfort; he was not a good husband. "Are you alright?"
"Mom and Third Aunt are sick, Uncle Seven, please come and check on Mom and Third Aunt." Yang Zonghan scurried to Yang Cheng'an's side, eagerly pulling his hand and heading towards the table where their mother sat with Xiao Wanxue and Nangong Lingyan.
Doctor Luo then stood up and walked towards Nangong Lingyan, reaching out to take her pulse. It wasn't long before a smile spread across his face.
Yang Chengxuan had been nervously watching Doctor Luo's expression, fearing he would see gravity and hesitation.
