“How many fetuses are there?”
“It’s a triplet,” the gynecologist reported the test results to the doctor.
After hearing that, the doctor thought for a few moments before uttering, “If the woman’s uterus is too small and the fetuses don’t have room to move around, fetal malposition may indeed happen. Still, as long as a nuchal cord doesn’t happen, there shouldn’t be any problem.”
“But…” The gynecologist’s brows remained tightly knitted as she hesitated to speak.
When she examined Rayna’s condition earlier, she realized the babies’ movements were infrequent. Not to mention, Rayna was carrying a triplet, so she reckoned something must be off. Nevertheless, that condition might also be due to Rayna overtiring herself lately.
Ignorant to the gynecologist’s dithering, the doctor continued, “When she comes for her next pregnancy checkup, the doctor will tell her how to adjust the position of her fetuses. This shouldn’t be a significant issue, so I’ll take my leave.”
The gynecologist nodded. “See you.”
She decided not to dwell further on that matter. That’s right. Fetal malposition is not a major problem. Besides, that lady is no longer related to Mr. Faymon. It is quite troublesome if I invite these unnecessary problems onto myself for being a busybody.
With Kristie and Carl monitoring her, Rayna couldn’t leave even if she wanted to, so she had no choice but to remain there.
She felt much better after the slumber.
After having their breakfast, Rayna and Kristie went to the ward. Rayna wanted to go to the hospital alone, but Kristie wished to tag along.
Rayna asked the latter to stay in the condominium, but right after Rayna went to the garage and sat in the driver’s seat, she heard the car door being opened and closed as another person got into the car.
Rayna turned to look behind her and noticed Kristie sitting in the backseat.
She was rendered speechless.
“Rayna, I’m coming because I’m worried about you.” Kristie stuck out her tongue and urged, “Hurry up and start the car. Otherwise, that brat will be here soon.”
Rayna didn’t think it was appropriate to chase Kristie out of the vehicle, so she had no choice but to start the car. “Remember to put on a cap and a mask when you get out of the car later.”
Kristie muttered, “I got it! It’s been so long since I last participated in a film. My fans probably think I’ve been blacklisted. I don’t think anyone will recognize me even if I don’t wear a cap.”
“If you don’t listen to me, I’m not letting you tag along.”
Kriste immediately shut her mouth.
Upon arriving at the hospital ward, Rayna asked for directions and soon found the room Jessica had told her about.
The nurse had just finished making their usual rounds. When she saw Rayna, she asked, “Are you the patient’s kin?”
“Yes.” Rayna nodded. “Is he all right?”
“His condition is stable, but he’ll need to stay in the hospital for some time, so it’ll be best to find him a caretaker as soon as possible.”
“Okay. Thank you.”
After sending the nurse away, Rayna pushed open the door to the ward.
Inside the regular ward were four to five beds, but most were not occupied.
After stepping into the room, Rayna saw the middle-aged man on the bed near the window at first glance.
The middle-aged man’s body was wrapped in multiple layers of bandages. Even his face, the only part of him which was visible, was heavily bruised.
He seemed to have sustained some severe injuries.
Kristie, trailing behind Rayna, asked in an undertone, “Is this Jessica’s relative? He’s so badly wounded.”
Rayna grunted in response.
However, she had never met Jessica’s relative, so she didn’t know who that man was.
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