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After Feng Qinglang hung up Mai Xiaomai's call, he sat stunned for a moment, then jumped up and ran to Leng Wanxin's room.
The married couple had always slept in separate rooms, each having their own space and their own beds.
He had never once stepped into Leng Wanxin's room.
Her room's decor was just like her personality, all in cold tones, devoid of unnecessary ornaments—not a hint of a little girl's pink warmth, but instead a stark contrast of black, white, and teal.
Approaching her vanity, he discovered that besides many skincare and makeup products, there were also two medicine bottles on the table.
Picking them up, he saw one was a stomach medicine and the other a painkiller.
Thinking of her often turning pale all of a sudden, Feng Qinglang's heart also clenched violently.
He set the medicine bottles down and pulled open her drawer.
Inside there was a medical examination report.
He felt a bit anxious as he pulled out the report.