The middle-aged doctor looked nervous, even his movements were somewhat frantic.
Rylee saw the situation, her face changed slightly, without asking further, she immediately approached and took the instrument from the middle-aged doctor's hand.
"Dr. Nixon, what's wrong? This is..." Jamiya sensed something was off and asked, "Is there something wrong with my grandson?"
"Dr. Nixon..." Stephanie, lying in bed, sat up slightly and became nervous as well.
"Don't get worked up, let me take another look," Rylee reassured Stephanie's emotions. As Stephanie lay back down, she raised the instrument in her hand and calmly slid it over Stephanie's stomach, probing, her eyes never leaving the screen...
As Jamiya watched the doctor's increasingly solemn expression, she held Stephanie's hand and aske
