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The woman was not pregnant.

Unlike the hurried attitude from before, Mo Xiyan instantly relaxed after taking her pulse, but her brows were tightly knitted together.

"Is it hopeless?" Murong Yu just happened to push open the door and walk in.

Mo Xiyan shook her head.

"If that's not the case, then why are you frowning?" He lifted his hand and stroked the crease between her eyebrows