Chapter 1533: Chapter 1555: Do Not Tell Him

Ye Ranran’s heart felt like it was floating on the ocean, searching for solid ground: “Doctor, what’s happening? Just tell me directly.”

She thought her body was fine. Aside from the lingering virus from before, there’s nothing else wrong. But the virus had been dealt with already.

Right now, she felt perfectly fine, her body was strong and healthy. Why was he acting like she was about to die?

It’s fine, it’s fine, Ye Ranran comforted herself internally.

“Madam, do you still want to have children in the future?” the doctor asked.

Children? Ye Ranran thought for a moment and asked, “Are you saying I can’t have kids anymore? Am I unable to conceive?”

Was she infertile? That couldn’t be right, could it? Where did Jun Baobao come from then? Jun Mochan had told her he was her biological child.

Ye Ranran felt dizzy. Losing some of her memories was truly a terrible thing.

“No, it’s that your heart has sustained damage. Normally, as long as you’re careful, there won’t be any major problems. However, if you become pregnant, your heart’s weak condition might lead to insufficient blood supply, which could cause complications.”

The doctor explained simply, and Ye Ranran quickly understood. Her face instantly turned pale. Although she already had a child, she still wanted to have another.

Jun Baobao was too lonely by himself. Having siblings would be better; at least in the future, when she and Jun Mochan were gone, he would still have family.

“Is there really no other solution?” Ye Ranran asked blankly.

The doctor shook his head. “Basically none. Even a heart transplant comes with significant risks; it’s not advised to take such chances.”

Besides, finding a suitable, healthy heart isn’t easy. It’s not just a matter of money—it also depends on luck.

Luck is unpredictable at best. Even if you happen to find a compatible heart, what if complications arise during surgery?

Or what if the transplanted heart doesn’t adapt afterwards?

There are all kinds of uncertainties.

And after a heart transplant, you’d need one or two years to recover. By the time you’re ready to try again, you’d already be a high-risk older mother.

This was why he had asked the question.

“If Madam decides not to have more children, your body will be fine. Issues like cold constitution or frailty can be improved with some minor adjustments and care in daily life,” the doctor reassured her, seeing her dazed expression.

“Oh, I understand. By the way, could we not tell my husband about this for now?” Ye Ranran wasn’t sure whether Jun Mochan had spoken to the doctor in advance.

But she felt certain he would ask about it later. She didn’t want him to know.

“Alright,” the doctor nodded.

Ye Ranran walked out of the doctor’s office in a daze.

Fan Rou and One came over to her.

“What’s wrong? Is everything okay?” Fan Rou asked.

Though One didn’t say a word, his expression was filled with curiosity. He clearly wanted to know as well.

“I’m fine,” Ye Ranran shook her head.

“Ranran, what’s going on?” Her face seemed calm, but something definitely felt off. There was no way she was really fine.

She had to be hiding something.

Ye Ranran didn’t want to talk. Seeing her silence, Fan Rou chose not to push her. “Alright, think about it and tell us when you’re ready. Let’s head back for now.”

One glanced into the office, about to ask the doctor, but Ye Ranran turned and said, “Let’s go back.”

One didn’t say anything further. He turned on his heel and followed them outside.

Sitting in the car, Fan Rou watched Ye Ranran’s expression cautiously and said gently, “Ranran, don’t worry. Whatever happens, you have us.”

Ye Ranran looked at her. Her gaze seemed to contain countless unspoken words, yet also nothing at all.