As Xiang Zhilan listened to these words, she was slightly distracted, and the medical record card she was holding slipped from her hand and fell to the ground.

She bent down to pick it up, and saw Su Yan's foot step out.

She didn't look up. Su Yan was talking to the doctor and probably didn't notice, and just walked away from her.

After picking up the medical record card, she raised her eyes and looked at Su Yan's back.

How could this happen? Wasn't Su Yan's bone marrow transplant a successful match two years ago? There was no rejection after all this time, so how could it have relapsed?

Xiang Zhilan frowned, her stomach starting to ache again, more noticeably than before.

She leaned against the wall, gently touching her stomach, her head bowed, her mind a jumble of thoughts.

Su Yan was about to go downstairs when she felt in her pocket and realized her phone was gone. She figured she might have left it in the office, so she turned back.

When she walked back, she saw Xiang Zhilan outside the department, holding her medical record card.

"Zhi Lan?" Su Yan hurried over and asked with concern, "You look terrible, are you feeling unwell?"

Xiang Zhilan looked up at Su Yan, but remained silent and did not answer. Right now, she didn't know who was truly feeling unwell.

She's already in this state, yet they still have the leisure to care whether she's feeling unwell.

Su Yan was slightly taken aback when she saw Xiang Zhilan looking at her like that. Suddenly, she understood and her lips parted slightly: "You heard everything?"

"Hmm." Xiang Zhilan nodded, the dull pain in her stomach slowly subsiding. She looked at Su Yan and asked, "How long has it been?"

Su Yan gripped her bag tightly and lowered her head, pursing her lips.

At this moment, Dr. Chen came out and brought her the phone she had left behind.

Su Yan thanked him and said to Zhi Lan, "Let's go outside to talk."

Xiang Zhilan nodded and followed her out of the hospital.

The two sat down at the coffee shop. Su Yan only wanted warm water, while Xiang Zhilan ordered milk tea.

"Are you feeling unwell too? Why didn't Mu Zhi come with you?" Su Yan asked.

"I'm fine, I just had a stomachache and came to get some medicine." Xiang Zhilan didn't mention the pregnancy, only briefly mentioning her condition, her eyes fixed on her, "Has your illness relapsed?"

"Yes, about half a month ago." Su Yan felt that since she had already been overheard, there was no point in hiding it anymore.

Xiang Zhilan looked down at the milk tea cup and suddenly smiled bitterly. Countless times she had wondered what Shen Muzhi would choose if there were a second chance. But now she didn't want to know. There was the hatred of the previous generation between her and Su Yan, making it impossible for them to get close. But Su Yan was a good person.

She didn't want anything to happen to her. She had visited the Tongxin Welfare Home to see the children and heard the director talk about many things Su Yan had done for them. Su Yan's contributions to these children were already more than she had done as a volunteer before.

Such a good person shouldn't be tormented like this.

"I'm sorry." Xiang Zhilan sniffed and looked up at her. She couldn't help her last time, and she couldn't help her this time either; the baby in her belly was only a month old.

"What nonsense are you talking about? What's it to you?" Su Yan smiled faintly.

“We are a match, and I could have helped you, but…” Xiang Zhilan paused, placing her hand on her stomach, “I’m pregnant.”

"You're pregnant? Congratulations!" Su Yan smiled sincerely.

She knew, of course, that she and Zhi Lan were a match, but she didn't want to cause any more unpleasantness between Zhi Lan and Shen Muzhi because of her, which was one of the reasons she concealed her illness.