Every year, the results were always the same, and she no longer wanted to face the pity in Doctor Wu's eyes.
Chuxia walked out of the hospital and immediately called Old Chen. He arrived quickly, and within five minutes, the car stopped in front of her. She opened the door, got in, and the car started, heading towards the old mansion.
Chuxia looked at the report in her hand, fell silent for a moment, and slowly opened it. As she had expected, all health indicators were normal, but the final result read: infertile.
Chuxia looked at it, and even though she knew what to expect, her eyes still flickered with a trace of emotion, her fingers trembling slightly as she clutched the report.
Old Chen, driving, glanced inadvertently in the rearview mirror and saw Chuxia staring blankly at the report, her face devoid of joy, her delicate features slightly dimmed.
