The next morning, Yan Feifan got Mrs. Tian's blood test results first thing.
The data on the lab report made him breathe a quiet sigh of relief.
For a woman of Mrs. Tian's age to suddenly develop a low-grade fever, if it wasn't due to pregnancy, there was a significant chance the cause would be something quite unpleasant.
Yan Feifan looked at Mr. Tian, whose eyes were bloodshot, indicating he probably hadn't slept all night. He chuckled and said, "Mr. Tian, congratulations."
Mr. Tian pumped his fist excitedly. With a newfound sense of responsibility, he said, "Well, I guess this means I'll have to watch my diet from now on, even if I don't want to. Gotta start saving every penny for baby formula."
As he said this, he reached out to touch Mrs. Tian's belly, only to have his hand slapped away by an embarrassed Mrs. Tian.
Mrs. Tian was already forty-one this year, making her a high-risk pregnancy. Fortunately, it wasn't her first child.
