"Boss Yuan,"
"One more thing, boss Yuan,"
"It's about rice. I just did a checkup. Rice is one month pregnant. There's a shadow in its stomach. It should have one or two baby dogs."
The doctor called Yuan Zhou for quite a while. When he mentioned the rice, he saw Yuan Zhou's reaction and then continued.
"What?" Yuan Zhou nodded his head habitually.
"Doctor, what did you just say?" Yuan Zhou asked again hesitantly.
"There's a baby in the rice. Maybe one or two. " The doctor repeated patiently.
"Okay, okay, okay. Broth didn't embarrass me. I know." This time, Yuan Zhou really heard it clearly.
While muttering something, Yuan Zhou's eyes were still fixed on the inside of the treatment room. His expression was still solemn, mixed with a trace of joy and sorrow. He just stood there.
Perhaps it had been a long time, or perhaps it hadn't been long, but Yuan Zhou finally regained some spirit and planned to sort out the follow-up matters.
