An hour later.
Gu Xinzhou came out of the examination room, and Song Zhen approached her anxiously, wrapping her in his arms, "How did it go? Are you still feeling any discomfort?"
His concerned expression was too genuine.
While it warmed Xinzhou's heart, she also found it a bit over the top.
Her cheeks flushed with a sweet complaint, "I already said I'm fine, but you insisted on coming to the hospital, and now the doctor hasn't found anything wrong. We're a laughing stock, aren't we?"
Song Zhen breathed a sigh of relief, looking at the doctor, "No problems?"
The doctor chuckled and adjusted his glasses, "Mr. Song, Mrs. Song is really in good health, her ECG and ultrasound are both fine. Don't worry.
