Then, her phone rang.
It was Chen Meng.
"Aunt Chen?" Mo Rao was a little shocked.
"Come to the hospital for a checkup." Chen Meng went straight to the point.
Mo Rao was stunned. "What…"
"No matter what your future plans are, the child is in your stomach now. He's a life. As a doctor, I have to be responsible for him, so come quickly. I'll cover for you. No one will discover that you're here for a checkup." Chen Meng urged.
Mo Rao replied weakly, "Okay, I'll be right there."
After tidying up, Mo Rao took a taxi to the hospital. She was still wearing a hat and mask.
Chen Meng was already prepared. As soon as Mo Rao arrived, she immediately did a checkup.
After the examination, Chen Meng held the pile of examination reports with an ugly expression.
"Aunt Chen, what's wrong… Is there a problem with me…" Mo Rao was frightened by Chen Meng's expression and asked carefully.
She had been inexplicably thin recently. She even suspected that she had contracted some terminal illness.
