Upon hearing the doctor's response, Yan Xinxin felt her heart skip a beat.
She reflexively raised her hand to cover her chest.
Mo Chuxi reached out nervously to steady her slightly shaky body.
"Xinxin!"
"I, I'm okay."
Yan Xinxin took a deep breath, trying hard to calm herself down.
"It's okay, it's okay, babies having a fever is normal, it'll be alright soon."
She spoke somewhat incoherently, looking up at Mo Chuxi, who was filled with worry.
"Chuxi, don't worry, it's really nothing, when Xi was little, he had several fevers too, and he recovered quickly, it's nothing! Really nothing!"
Though she seemed to be comforting Mo Chuxi, she was, in fact, comforting herself.
The two sons were born prematurely; the younger one inherited her heart condition, and has been in this world for just 50 days, he cannot have anything wrong, truly cannot...
"You're right, our baby will be fine, don't worry."
Mo Chuxi reassured, glancing at the doctor.
