Huo Xiaoran trembled.
However, his joy was quickly defeated by his rationality. Huo Xiaoran splashed cold water on him. "Zhou Zhou, Qiao An had a miscarriage three years ago."
This was the sorrow in Huo Xiaoran's heart.
Huo Zhou did not want to rub salt in his wound and kept quiet.
When the car reached the intersection, Huo Zhou turned the car around and drove towards Jinghang Hospital.
Huo Xiaoran smiled bitterly. "Zhouzhou, do you have to go so far? I already said that my examination report is fine."
Huo Zhou said with a cheeky smile, "You're a doctor from the neurosurgery department. You're only good at opening windows in people's heads. I'm just afraid that you don't understand some of the difficult diseases."
Huo Xiaoran said angrily, "You clearly don't trust me."
Huo Zhou stopped talking.
