After I left my job, I became pregnant with my ex-boss’s child.

On the way from the hospital to returning to the high-speed rail station, Wei Yan was in a state of disbelief.

Compared to Pucheng's rush, she had plenty of time this time.

Before boarding the train, she made a special trip to the bathroom to let herself have a good cry.

After returning to Anjo, she vowed never to shed a tear again.

Again, anyone can fail, but not her!

After getting on the train, she also received a call from Xiaoyue, but the signal was not very good, so Xiaoyue finally sent a message instead.

To put it bluntly, it was also the reason why Ye Qingyin was released on bail.

Wei Yan replied: "Let this matter end here."

Xiaoyue was surprised. Although Wei Yan seemed to be getting better and better, she had always been a person who was not easy to mess with and would not give up so easily.

Xiaoyue immediately typed: "Mr. Wei, won't we pursue the follow-up investigation?"

"Follow up, wait for them to come and apologize."

"they?"

Wei Yan raised her eyebrows and slowly typed out the three words: "Grandma Hu."

The reason why she chose not to pursue the matter was because of Grandma Hu.

Although Grandma Hu loves her, Ye Qingyin is Grandma Hu's granddaughter after all. Grandma Hu will never watch Ye Qingyin go to jail or even be sentenced.

And if she and Ye Qingyin continue to waste their lives like this, they will ultimately waste Grandma Hu's few lives.

In addition, they were in charge of this matter, and it was Ye Qingyin who was at fault. When the time comes, it will be she who bows her head and admits her mistake.

Wei Yan put away her phone, upset, and noticed that her eyes were turning red. She quickly retracted her thoughts and wanted to stop herself.

Anyone can feel sad, but not her. Not only does she have to support Leng Yeting, but she also has Diandian and the baby in her belly to take care of.

At the same time, Ji Yan was also in a bad mood and was still in the lounge.

He looked at Wei Yan's chat page on WeChat and moved his thumb several times, but when he wanted to send something, his mind got stuck again.

He seems to be a gentle doctor, but comforting people is not his specialty.

As a doctor, he is used to seeing life, old age, illness and death, and he can even be said to be insensitive to many emotions.

So much so that now I want to comfort my biological sister, but I am at a loss for words.

There was a sudden knock on the door. Ji Yan sat up from the bed and said, "Come in."

His friend, Ning Xilin, who was also wearing a white coat, opened the door with a hesitant look on his face. He hesitated at the door, closed the door and came over: "Ji Yan."

Ji Yan could tell at a glance that something was wrong with his expression: "What's wrong?"

His eyes fell on the document Ning Xilin was holding, and Ji Yan raised his eyebrows: "Is it my afternoon inspection report?"

"Hmm... maybe you are not hypoglycemic."

"Oh, what is that?"

Ning Xilin pursed his lips, sat down by the bed, and looked at Ji Yan: "Before I show you, you'd better be mentally prepared."

Ji Yan's brows narrowed slightly: "That's all you say. We are all doctors. What kind of situation is unacceptable?"

"What is the difference between what happens to others and what happens to yourself..."

"Stop talking, show me." Ji extended his hand to snatch it away.

Ning Xilin didn't bother him and directly handed him the document in his hand.

Ji Yan looked down and was dumbfounded.

Ning Xilin said from the side: "I know this result may be a little hard for you to accept, but... are you too careless? Have you never done physical examinations?"

Ji Yan didn't say anything, he browsed quickly and then looked at the next one.

After Ning Xilin said a lot next to him, he immediately began to comfort him, and even said similar words that made him "think more openly."

Ji Yan raised his eyes and looked at Ning Xilin and said, "I... want to do a whole-body MRI."

"Now? Tomorrow?"

"Look at the arrangements." As he said that, he handed back the document in his hand.