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"Hehe—"
Mai Xiaomai laughed, "I don't know if I should say this. Judging by her behavior, she must have been jealous seeing you carry me on your back, which led her to lie like that. You should be able to understand."
"Yeah."
Qiao Chutian responded in a muffled tone, "Let's not talk about her anymore. Did the doctor come to check on you just now?"
"I've just been examined, and they said I can go home to recuperate tomorrow, as long as I come back for a check-up every day."
"Then tomorrow we'll go home. It's always uncomfortable in the hospital, no matter what."
"Yes, I feel the same. After all, this leg of mine…"
Mai Xiaomai reached out to touch her legs, which couldn't stand up, and said with a bitter smile, "won't be able to stand up anytime soon. It's strange, isn't it? I could tell at a glance that Lin Na didn't have uterine cancer, yet I can't figure out why my perfectly healthy legs can't stand."
