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Shen Qingge jumped out of bed with a start, her heart pounding wildly.

The nanny's words struck her like a thunderbolt—Hai Ruoxi had caught a fever again.

She practically stumbled towards the ward, and the moment she pushed open the door, she felt the suffocating tension in the air.

Hai Ruoxi lay on the hospital bed, her face flushed red, her breathing rapid and labored. Her already weak body appeared even thinner due to the high fever.

"What's your temperature?" Shen Qingge's voice trembled slightly with nervousness.

The nanny frantically grabbed the thermometer: "It was already 39.5 degrees Celsius when I took its temperature, and it's still rising."

Shen Qingge immediately pressed the call bell by the bedside, anxiously waiting for the doctor to arrive.

A few minutes later, the on-duty doctor rushed over. He was a male doctor in his forties, with a serious and professional expression.

He quickly remeasured Hai Ruoxi's temperature with a thermometer, while also checking her pulse and breathing.

"40.3 degrees Celsius," the doctor said, frowning. "The temperature is rising very rapidly."

He immediately called the nurse and began adjusting the intravenous medication ratio, increasing the dosage of antipyretics.

At the same time, the nurses began to use physical methods to cool Hai Ruoxi down—wiping her body with warm water and placing ice packs on areas with large blood vessels, such as her forehead, armpits, and groin.

Shen Qingge stood by the bed, nervously watching the busy figures of the medical staff, her hands clenched into fists, her nails digging deep into her palms.

Watching her daughter's small body writhe in pain from the high fever, she felt her heart breaking.

However, despite the various cooling measures taken by medical staff, Hai Ruoxi's body temperature continued to rise.

Ten minutes later, the doctor measured the temperature again—41.1 degrees Celsius.

"How could this be?" Shen Qingge's voice was almost squeezed out of her throat. "Why is her body temperature still rising?"

The doctor's expression grew even more serious: "The child's temperature control center may have been severely affected; we need to—"

Before she could finish speaking, Hai Ruoxi suddenly began to convulse violently.

The small body trembled uncontrollably on the hospital bed, its eyes rolled back, its limbs stiffened, and its lips quickly turned bluish-purple.

This scene is more serious and more terrifying than last night's.

"Febrile seizures! Prepare sedatives!" the doctor shouted immediately.

The nurse quickly handed over the syringe, and the doctor skillfully and swiftly injected the medication into Hai Ruoxi.

Seeing her daughter's pained expression, Shen Qingge felt as if her own soul was being torn apart.

She wanted to rush forward and hug her daughter, but the nurse gently pulled her back: "Mrs. Hai, you can't move her now, it will affect her treatment."

A few minutes later, the medication began to take effect, and Hai Ruoxi's convulsions gradually stopped, but she fell into a deep coma again.

The doctor wiped the sweat from his brow and turned to Shen Qingge: "We need to draw blood immediately for further examination. This recurring high fever and seizures are not normal."

"What kind of examination?" Shen Qingge's voice trembled violently.

"A complete blood count, a full biochemistry panel, and some special hematological tests," the doctor said, gesturing to the nurse to prepare the blood-drawing supplies. "We need to rule out some possible diseases."

The nurse carefully searched for veins on Hai Ruoxi's forearm. Due to the high fever and dehydration, the already small veins were even more difficult to find.

Watching the needle pierce her daughter's delicate skin, Shen Qingge felt the pain as well.

The nurse drew two tubes of blood and put them into test tubes with different colored labels.

"When will the test results be available?" Shen Qingge asked anxiously.

"About one to two hours," the doctor checked the time. "I suggest you wait here while we closely monitor your child's condition."

After the doctors and nurses left, a heavy silence returned to the ward.

Shen Qingge sat on the edge of the bed, looking at the unconscious Hai Ruoxi, feeling her heart leap into her throat.

She tried to calm herself down, but waves of panic and unease washed over her.

She kept checking her watch, calculating the time, and imagining all the possible test results.

She finally couldn't sit still any longer.

"I'll go check the test results. You stay here and watch over Ruoxi," she said to the nanny.

The nurses' station was brightly lit, and several doctors were busy handling various cases.

Shen Qingge found the doctor who had just treated Hai Ruoxi; he was sitting in front of his computer reviewing the lab reports.

"Doctor, have my daughter's test results come back yet?" Shen Qingge walked up to him, her voice visibly tense.

The doctor looked up, and the expression on his face made Shen Qingge's heart sink to the bottom.

“Mrs. Hai, please sit down.” The doctor’s tone became unusually serious.

Shen Qingge sat down mechanically, her hands clasped tightly together, waiting for possible bad news.

The doctor picked up the printed lab report and said in a somber tone, "The child's blood tests showed some abnormalities."

Pointing to the data on the lab report, he continued, "An abnormally high white blood cell count, a significant decrease in platelets, and swollen lymph nodes—these symptoms, combined with recurring high fever..."

The doctor paused, seemingly organizing his thoughts.

"We suspect it might be acute leukemia, but this is only a preliminary diagnosis. Further tests, such as a bone marrow aspiration, are needed for confirmation."

Shen Qingge felt dizzy, the doctor's words echoing repeatedly in her mind—leukemia, leukemia...

Her hands began to tremble uncontrollably, and her lips lost their color.

"Don't worry too much," the doctor said, noticing her panic. "It's only a suspected case now, we can't confirm it yet."

Moreover, even if it is indeed leukemia, current medical technology offers excellent treatment options, especially for childhood acute leukemia, which has a remarkably high cure rate.

But Shen Qingge was no longer listening to any words of comfort.

She mechanically took the lab report, staring blankly at the dense data and medical terminology on it.

Suddenly, a piece of information caught her eye, causing her world to crumble instantly—

Blood type: AB.

Shen Qingge's gaze was fixed on those three letters, her mind going completely blank.

AB type...AB type...

She clearly remembered that she was blood type O and Haize was blood type B.

According to the principles of genetics, children of parents with blood type O and blood type B can only have blood type O or B, and absolutely not blood type AB.

what does this mean?

This means that Hai Ruoxi is not her biological daughter!

This fact struck her like a bolt of lightning, instantly shattering all her defenses.

This discovery had a much greater impact on her than the diagnosis of leukemia.

Although leukemia is terrible, at least there is hope for treatment;

But the truth about her blood type completely overturned her life over the past year.

The various doubts from the past seem to have connected and become clear.

"Mrs. Sea? Mrs. Sea?" The doctor's voice seemed to come from afar. "Are you alright?"

Shen Qingge tried to bring herself back to reality, but found that she didn't even have the strength to speak.

She felt as if she were standing on the edge of a cliff, with a bottomless abyss below, and could fall at any moment.

“Mrs. Hai, would you like to sit down and rest for a while?” The doctor stood up and looked at her with concern.

Shen Qingge nodded, but her legs were too weak to support her body.

The doctor quickly helped her sit back down in the chair.

“I know this news is very heavy for you, but you must be strong,” the doctor continued to comfort you. “What your child needs most right now is your company and encouragement.”

We will arrange further examinations as soon as possible and develop the most suitable treatment plan.

Shen Qingge nodded mechanically, but her mind was not on the doctor's words at all.

Only one thought occupied her mind—Hai Ruoxi was not her daughter.