Yan Xinxin came to the outside of the sterile room.
Although Mu Shaoqian had already undergone a bone marrow transplant and the surgery was successful, he still had to stay inside for about a month.
Every day, a special nurse would take care of him, and family members could only look at him from outside.
"Yuan, how's Chuxi's health?"
Mu Jingheng asked with concern.
Yan Xinxin smiled.
"He's doing well, you don't need to worry."
"That's good."
Mu Jingheng felt relieved.
"Yesterday the doctor said that Chuxi's body might be affected by this, I feel very guilty in my heart."
"Dad, don't feel guilty. Chuxi is right, we are a family, let's not worry about these things."
Yan Xinxin comforted him, then smiled and sighed lightly.
"Actually, I am also very grateful to Chuxi for making such a huge sacrifice for me, for my brother. I will love him and take care of him all my life."
