"Well, stop talking. If you really want me to hurry up, just hold on. I don't want to see you like that anymore." Fu Fengyi looked serious and wheezed when she was excited.

Ye Haoran went busily to pat her on the back and sighed and promised her, "Okay, I promise you, see a doctor well."

Ye Zimo stood in the corridor, leaning against the wall, smoking and waiting for the doctor to come.

"Mr. Ye, here we are!" After a while, two doctors from China and the West came together, and a little nurse was behind them.

"Come in with me."

The Western doctor ordered the nurse to take...