"Keep talking!" Chen Jianguo's breath became slightly rapid.
Zhixi knew she had guessed correctly, so she pursed her lips and continued, "He isn't particularly good-looking, but he treats me very well. We've wanted a child ever since we got married, but there had been no news for a long time. Later, we went to the hospital for a checkup, and the doctor told me that my body wasn't in good condition and it was best not to get pregnant."
At this point, Zhixi glanced at the doctor.
The doctor was startled for a moment, vaguely guessing her intent, and then nodded in agreement, "That's right. Like your wife, she isn't suited for pregnancy either. Except, your wife had congenital severe anemia, and she has severe osteomalacia."
Chen Jianguo's eyes flickered, and as he looked at Zhixi, he said in a gruff voice, "Then... what were you thinking?"
