“Okay.”

As long as their daughter was in the hospital, Xie Xuning and Ye Linlang naturally couldn’t go back to the Lang Garden to sleep.

Fortunately, Grandma was still in the Lang Garden. They were quite relieved to leave little Tang Yuan with her.

Ye Linlang and Xie Xuning snuggled up on the sofa and fell asleep after a busy night.

The clock was ticking.

This city was awakened by the sun.

The sanitation workers made rustling noises as they swept the floor.

Busy people started a new day.

All the breakfast diners in the city were open.

The office workers also got up to go to work from their homes.

An ordinary day began.

At eight o’clock in the morning, the nurse came to the ward on time, and she gently patted Li Qingcang to wake him up.

“Take her temperature. We’re going to test her blood, urine, and stool.”

After the nurse finished speaking, Li Qingcang sat up straight and gently woke Ye Tianxin up.

“Tianxin, we’re going to be running some tests today.”

Ye Tianxin nodded. She obediently stretched out her hand and let the nurse draw her blood.

Upon seeing her blood flowing so slowly, Ye Tianxin kept clenching and unclenching her fists to stimulate the blood to flow faster.

Today, she had a tube of blood drawn, which took two-thirds longer than usual.

Ye Tianxin reluctantly watched the nurse leave with her blood. She took Li Qingcang’s arm and said in a distressed tone, “Brother Li, I don’t know when I will recover after so much blood was drawn.”

“Tianxin, eat more to replenish your blood supply.”

Uncle He delivered a nutritious breakfast.

These were nutritious meals specially formulated by a nutritionist in the Lang Garden according to Ye Tianxin’s physical condition.

With a handsome man like Li Qingcang by her side, Ye Tianxin was enjoying her food.

What’s more, she was fully aware that a pregnant woman had no right to be willful.

No matter how much she didn’t want to eat, she had to think about the babies in her womb.

Her babies needed nutrition.

After eating a bowl of light porridge, Ye Tianxin rinsed her mouth with water.

She looked at Li Qingcang and whispered, “I don’t know why, but I don’t have much of an appetite today.”

Ye Tianxin didn’t talk about her fever. Since she was pregnant, the best way to lower her temperature was to use physical methods.

If she was given fever-reducing injections or hormone drugs, they might have a certain impact on the fetuses in her womb.

Ye Tianxin didn’t want to risk harming the babies in her womb. She said, “Brother Li, I want to go to the bathroom.”

Li Qingcang knew that Ye Tianxin was too weak to walk there herself, so he carried Ye Tianxin to the bathroom.

Ye Tianxin stood at the door of the bathroom and whispered, “You’d better go out.”

Li Qingcang said, “I’m right outside the door.”

As soon as Li Qingcang turned around, Ye Tianxin reached out and locked the door.

Ye Tianxin fought back her nausea and threw herself in front of the toilet, where she vomited out blood and all the porridge she had just eaten.

Ye Tianxin looked at the blood in front of her painfully, and a flicker of doubt rose in her eyes.

No.

It was not just a fever.

It was normal for someone to have a fever once in a while.

A fever meant that the body’s normal immune system was resisting the invasion of viruses.

How would she explain why she was vomiting blood?

Ye Tianxin flushed the toilet.

She walked to the mirror and looked at herself.

It was as if she had changed overnight.

Her originally fair and jade-like skin had lost its luster. Her lips were pale. She seemed to have lost her energy and spirit.

Ye Tianxin grew uneasy.

She was very sick.

Ye Tianxin washed her face, yet the cold water irritated her skin.

She suddenly covered her face in pain and cried.