The two hurried the carriage and quickly arrived at the town's medical clinic. Despite going early in the morning, there were still a few patients lined up before them.
Yang Ming and Xiaoxiao had no choice but to wait with their child on the side.
Xiaoxiao asked anxiously, "Husband, you say there can't be anything wrong with the child, right?"
The main reason for bringing the child for a check-up was the fear that the child's spleen and stomach might be affected. Not knowing if such a young child could be examined, and having no experience in child-rearing, Xiaoxiao thought it was better to be cautious.
"Don't worry, it should be normal for infants to spit up milk. We are just being cautious," Yang Ming comforted her.
"En."
After waiting for a while, it was finally their turn, and the couple carried the child inside.
"Who's here for the consultation? Please sit down," said the doctor.
Xiaoxiao quickly sat down with her child, "Doctor, it's my son."
