【1092】Young Master Mu, my baby, baby...

"Hey, boss..." After Feng Jingxuan finished reporting about Leng Xing, he left the ward to handle other errands, leaving Hua Yu to poke his head in from the doorway.

He looked at Mu Lingqian, who sat inside guarding Wen Xiangyang, hesitated for a moment, and called out softly.

"Speak," Mu Lingqian, seated in his wheelchair, responded coldly.

Hua Yu's gaze landed on Mu Lingqian's face, sharp and icy as if carved by a blade. Nervously, he swallowed hard, unsure how to deliver the news. The specific examination results had just arrived—Little Madam had been forced to drink an entire bottle of drugs. Although her stomach had already been pumped, there was still no guarantee that it wouldn't affect the undeveloped child.

They couldn't detect anything now, but by the time they could, it might already be too late.

Should he say something?

If he said this now, the boss might lose it completely, right?