The specialist was tending to a patient. After about half an hour, it was Qiao Anxia's turn. It was the familiar routine checkup, and at the end she sat in front of the specialist, as she looked through the report in silence. When she was finally on the last page, Qiao Anxia didn't ask the usual "How's my condition?" but rather "Is there really no hope in getting pregnant?"
The specialist stared at the report for a long while before looking up at her. "Miss Qiao, according to your current condition..."
"There's a chance of me getting pregnant?" Qiao Anxia interrupted her words, her expression calm. "But this chance is very very slim to the point it's negligible, right?"
