What Doctor Qin said made the hearts of everyone present tense for a moment.
Mo Chuxi reached out and tightly held Yan Xinxin's hand, then lifted his gaze to look at Doctor Qin.
"What's the issue?"
"Here's the thing."
Doctor Qin handed the report in his hand to Mo Chuxi.
"There's no problem with Mrs. Mo's physical report, and we can also guarantee that this surgery will be risk-free. However, I need to explain one thing—Mrs. Mo's body might, I just mean might have..."
"Wait."
Mo Chuxi interrupted, his brows furrowed tightly.
He glanced at the shimmering light in Yan Xinxin's beautiful eyes and then released her hand to stand up.
"I'm the one donating the stem cells, what does this have to do with my wife?"
"Well..."
Doctor Qin was a bit taken aback by his words.
"Chuxi."
Yan Xinxin softly called, standing up as well, with beauty in her eyes marked by a bit of apology and seriousness, meeting the man's puzzled and displeased eyes.
She gently took his hand.
