Although prenatal checkups weren’t yet common practice among the general public, and ultrasound diagnostics had not been popularized nationwide, the Southern City General Military Hospital, being in the capital of Xiahua, could already use Doppler technology. It was used to detect fetal heartbeats, monitor the placenta, umbilical cord, arteries, and veins, and diagnose certain conditions.
The report Huo Tianhao handed Xia Zhaoyun contained a precise diagnosis.
The fetus was two months along, but its development was not proceeding well.
Multiple, improperly performed abortions had caused an infection in the mother’s uterine lining, which in turn was affecting the fetus’s development.
The doctor’s recommendation was for Song Zhenbao to terminate the pregnancy while it was still in its early stages. Then, she should spend two or three years recuperating before trying to conceive again, and only after passing a thorough physical examination.
But Song Zhenbao wanted to use the child to solidify her position in the Tong family, so she had been gritting her teeth and letting the pregnancy drag on.
Now that she had successfully married into the Tong family, she wanted to use a miscarriage to its greatest effect—for instance, by framing Xia Zhaoyun.
In any case, Xia Zhaoyun had run into Song Zhenbao countless times over the past half-month. However, Xia Zhaoyun always had someone with her, preventing Song Zhenbao from finding an opportunity to act.
’With this report, Song Zhenbao’s fate is in my hands. She can’t just stir up trouble at the factory whenever she pleases, like she did in our past life!’
Furthermore, Huo Tianhao handed her a very old registration form.
Xia Zhaoyun took it. She hadn’t even glanced at it yet, but she already had a good idea of what it was, and her heart began to race with fear.
Huo Tianhao chuckled softly and ruffled her hair. "It’s okay. No matter what we find, the children and I are here with you. And don’t forget why you started this. You just want to know who they are; this won’t change our lives now."
Xia Zhaoyun took a deep breath and nodded firmly. She gripped his hand, drawing courage from his touch, while her other hand clutched the form as she began to examine it meticulously.



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