After hanging up the phone with Chen Xiting, He Zhilan was in a fantastic mood.
In the days following the reception, He Teng had been busy arranging for He Zhilan to go to the city for a prenatal check-up. It sounded simple, just a check-up, but due to the special circumstances and He Zhilan's unique status, many things, even the details, had to be thoroughly checked, just as Bian Xiulin said, even a nurse's background had to be scrutinized.
When He Teng returned from the city, it was already past six. Thanks to the cooperation of the military and local departments, everything was arranged smoothly. On his way back, he even brought He Zhilan fresh fruit and her favorite snacks.
Upon entering the door, He Teng smelled the aroma of food. He almost dashed into the kitchen, "Zhilan, what are you doing in the kitchen?"
