Ling Xiao Yue was always in a state of nervousness. More than a month had passed since the first time she had shared a room with Lei Yunze. Ling Xiao Yue's physical condition was not allowed. She had prepared quite a number of pregnancy testing rods, but every time she had, she was very disappointed.
Her stomach didn't move at all, and she had to stay sick for a day. Although the effect of the previous chemotherapy wasn't bad, if she wanted to completely eradicate it, then she would need to transplant her umbilical cord blood, which was the most useful.
Ling Xiaoyue packed up the things in the hospital in a simple manner. As she recited how her mood and spirit had improved over the past few days, Ling Xiao Yue would accompany her downstairs to roam around while walking.