After a while, Gong Shirao's examination report was delivered.
Gong Shirao looked up at Beitang, her eyes filled with a complex light.
Beitang sat across from her, carefully flipping through the report.
Finally, he spoke first.
"We still don't know if the fetus will be infected by the virus, but for now, the virus in your body hasn't spread further," Beitang said to Gong Shirao. "The spread of the virus seems to have slowed down considerably compared to before."
"Really?" Gong Shirao was extremely nervous, yet her gaze held a layer of hope.
"It seems that way," Beitang couldn't be certain, and he said, "We still need to observe for a while."
Gong Shirao bit her lip.
Beitang asked her again, "Shirao, how have you been feeling lately?"
Gong Shirao said, "On the first day of our marriage, I fell into a coma, and when I awoke, half a month had passed. Then on the first night I woke up, I fell asleep again, sleeping for a whole month..."
