Jin Bo paused, "This shouldn’t matter, right?"

Thinking of last night, Yan Xiaoxi’s face turned slightly red, "Better ask the doctor."

Jin Bo, "Alright."

He picked up his phone, checked it, and didn’t have the doctor’s number who performed the surgery, so he called Shen Mubai, "Do you have Dr. Feng’s number? There’s something I want to ask him."

Shen Mubai hung up, found Dr. Feng’s number, and texted it to Jin Bo.

Jin Bo dialed, "Dr. Feng, I haven’t had the chance to ask about yesterday’s situation, what should I be mindful of?"

Dr. Feng first explained the rejection reaction, "Rejection is one of the common complications after organ transplants and the main cause of death in heart transplant patients. It can be divided into hyperacute, acute, and chronic rejections..."

Jin Bo lightly coughed, "So which type am I?"

Dr. Feng, "Hyperacute rejection."

Jin Bo glanced at Yan Xiaoxi, "What’s the reason for this?"

Dr. Feng, "Generally, it’s caused by unmatched human leukocyte antigens (HLA) and the presence of ABO antibodies. Thanks to thorough preoperative tests, this is now rare. By the way, was there anything unusual when the reaction happened last night?"

Jin Bo stood up, went into the bedroom, closed the door, went to the balcony, and lit a cigarette, "When can I, you know, have intercourse?"

Dr. Feng was taken aback, speaking after a long pause, "It’s based on the patient’s recovery condition in the later stages of a heart transplant."

Later stages?

How long does that mean?

He took a drag of his cigarette, "Approximately how long?"

Dr. Feng, "That’s hard to say."

He wanted to mention that post-surgery survival is uncertain but held back.

Jin Bo lowered his voice, "Would it be dangerous to do so?"

Dr. Feng, "..."

This is utter recklessness!

So the sudden reaction last night was triggered by that? No wonder!

Not hearing from Dr. Feng for a while, Jin Bo realized the outlook wasn’t optimistic, rubbed his temples, and wondered if he was supposed to live like a monk on a vegetarian diet?

Dr. Feng, "It’s best to avoid such strenuous activities; the heart needs time to recover post-surgery. Reoccurring situations like last night would be extremely dangerous! Failure to detect and address it properly could lead to widespread myocardial necrosis, heart failure, and threaten life."

From Dr. Feng’s tone, he knew it wasn’t feasible, "Alright, I understand."

He hung up the phone, feeling complicated.

It seemed his grandeur wouldn’t be restored anytime soon.

Should he call Ye Bai?

Maybe not!

If Ye Bai doesn’t poison him, it would already be a blessing.

Leaving the bedroom, he saw Yan Xiaoxi taking photos. He glanced at his masterpiece, feeling content, picked up his phone, and snapped a picture, posting it on his social feed, "It’s been a while since I cooked, just a small attempt, not bad."

Soon after it was posted, his phone rang.

Seeing it was Ye Bai, Jin Bo answered.

Ye Bai, "Since when did you learn to cook?"

Jin Bo, "..."

He’d always known how!

Only that time Ye Bai insisted on eating at home, he feared if it were too good, Ye Bai would make him cook all the time, and with Ye Bai not cooking, he simply—

He gently coughed, "I recently learned, it just looks good, the taste is still off."

Ye Bai hung up, saw the comments under the social post—

Qin Shaojin: Boss, when will we have a gathering? I want your sweet and sour carp.

Yu Zimu: Can I order two dishes? Dongpo pork, twice-cooked pork.

Qin Shaonan: Seafood jade soup.

Huo Jinnan: Glass noodles with scallops, peacock fish, Buddha Jumping Over the Wall, dry pot chicken, ...

Huo Bei: I’ll be fine with what they ordered.

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