"No need. No need. The blood clot in his brain is dissolving quickly, and his recovery is going very well. Even if his recovery slows down and it still doesn't disappear within half a month, it should be fine after another month or two." The doctor handed them his diagnosis, asking them to come back in half a month.
For Ling Fei, the doctor's words felt like heavenly music. Laughing with joy, she thanked the doctor and pulled Song Tianmo out of the doctor's office.
"That's wonderful, you don't need to have surgery!"
"Song Tianmo, did you hear what the doctor said? He said you're recovering very well."
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As they left the doctor's office, Ling Fei held onto Song Tianmo's arm, her lips curled into a wide smile and she couldn't stop talking, her eyes sparkling with joy.
By the time they reached the lift, they were next to the emergency stairs. Bursting with happiness, Ling Fei felt an urge to share her joy.
She led Song Tianmo by the hand into the emergency passage.