CHAPTER 1535: CHAPTER 1557: RECOVERED

He held a bowl of seafood noodles, sitting on the sofa slurping it down. When he saw Ye Ranran, he tilted his chin upward: "Find a seat first. I’m going to eat something, and then I’ll check on you."

The news was playing on the TV, and Ye Ranran couldn’t help but feel a surge of curiosity—she suddenly wanted to know how Fu Rong’s campaign was going.

It should be fine, right? She had revised his speech countless times, coupled with his popularity and the media hype. His chances were quite good.

"Ranran?" Fan Rou waved her hand in front of Ye Ranran’s face.

Ye Ranran snapped back to reality, a flicker of frustration flashing in her eyes. What was she thinking? Fu Rong was the last person she should be thinking about.

By then, Shen Yuzhe had finished eating. After tossing his trash outside, he turned to Ye Ranran and said, "Come upstairs with me."

"Oh." Ye Ranran obediently followed him.

One and Fan Rou stayed downstairs as usual.

"Aren’t you coming up?" Ye Ranran asked, turning back halfway through, not hearing their footsteps.

"You’re getting examined upstairs. Why would they need to come up?" Shen Yuzhe sneered.

Ye Ranran said nothing.

Shen Yuzhe drew some of her blood. Ye Ranran lay on the mobile hospital bed, listening to the sound of blood dripping, a faint sting spreading from her fingertip.

Shen Yuzhe extracted nearly half a tube of blood, then walked to the side and began mixing something.

Ye Ranran only saw him adding certain substances, shaking it slightly, but the blood’s color didn’t change.

He then transferred it into a container.

An hour later, Shen Yuzhe said, "Congratulations, you’ve fully recovered."

An inky gleam flickered in Ye Ranran’s pupils, like the sun slowly cresting over the horizon, instantly showering the world in radiant golden light.

Shen Yuzhe, affected by her joy, looked visibly relieved.

"By the way, can I still have children in the future?" Remembering what the doctor mentioned earlier, Ye Ranran grew insistent and asked once again.

Shen Yuzhe shook his head without hesitation: "I wouldn’t recommend it. Your heart can’t handle it."

Earlier, he might have been confident in nursing her back to full strength, but the bullet grazing the outer edge of her heart had done irreversible damage.

The heart is a vital organ, primarily responsible for providing pressure to circulate blood throughout the body.

A child develops within the mother’s womb, relying entirely on her to supply nutrients, including blood.

While her heart could handle circulating blood for herself, it wouldn’t be able to sustain another life.

"Not even a shred of hope?"

"None. Honestly, you shouldn’t hold onto this idea, especially since the young master isn’t supportive of it either." Shen Yuzhe packed up the equipment, adding, "Don’t you already have one child? Why bother wanting more?"

From Shen Yuzhe’s perspective, she should already be thanking the heavens for being alive, let alone craving things she didn’t need.

What’s more, she now had a husband, a child—she was practically winning at life. How could she still be so greedy?

"But I’m doing really well now, without any issues. Why can’t I have another child? There’s bound to be a solution, isn’t there?" Ye Ranran refused to believe it.

"There’s no solution. You’re naturally frail, and having children already comes with inherent risks. Adding your weak heart into the mix means that by the thirtieth week of pregnancy, blood volume and cardiac output will peak. You won’t be able to endure it and could develop heart failure. If heart failure occurs, your life would be in danger." Shen Yuzhe explained the risks in detail, hoping to dissuade her from that notion.

"During your first pregnancy, you had a cesarean section because your frame was small and your cervix wouldn’t open properly. Even then, you struggled to deliver smoothly. Do you really think you could handle it now?"