Hearing this, the hope in Huo Wen'an's eyes instantly extinguished. "Will my illness be passed on to my children?"
"Most likely, yes."
Huo Wen'an pondered for a moment, then suddenly said, "So my illness might also be inherited?"
Xu Xingguang acknowledged it again.
After that, Huo Wen'an didn't speak. That evening, they found a French restaurant for dinner, and during the meal, Huo Wen'an suddenly couldn't stop coughing. He hastily unfolded a napkin to cover his mouth, but this time he coughed up more blood than ever before.
The napkin was completely stained red.
The couple dining in the distance saw this scene, and their expressions immediately changed. They feared Huo Wen'an had an acute infectious disease, didn't eat their meal, hurriedly paid the bill, and left in a rush.
The waitstaff stood by watching, all showing worried expressions.
Finally, the manager came over proactively and asked with concern, "Sir, would you like us to call an ambulance for you?"
