On the court, he had witnessed grand scenes of tens of thousands cheering.
He had won countless championships and MVPs, seen the brilliance of every top honor.
But no moment could compare to the tenderness and shock of this instant.
The doctor focused on the screen, checking while explaining softly in real time.
"We are now looking at the fetus's head. The skull has developed fully and properly."
"The brain structure is clear. There are no abnormalities such as fluid buildup or developmental defects."
"The facial features have initially taken shape. The eye spacing, nasal bone, and lip line are all developing normally and healthily."
The doctor's voice was calm and unhurried as he checked the fetus's developmental indicators one by one.
Li Fei and Monica Bellucci held their breath, their eyes fixed tightly on the screen.
In the black-and-white image, the outline of the tiny life gradually became clearer.
Its little head, curled limbs, and round torso were especially heartwarming.
"Next, we will examine the chest cavity and internal organs. Heart and lung function is normal."
"The stomach, intestines, liver, and other internal organs are fully developed, with no deformities or masses."
"The spinal bones are neatly aligned. The vertebrae are perfectly developed, with no scoliosis or defects."
The doctor slowly moved the probe downward, continuing his meticulous examination of every bodily structure.
"The limb bones are developing symmetrically. The arms and legs are of standard proportions."
"The fingers and toes are fully differentiated. The limbs are moving flexibly, and fetal movement is good."
Every healthy diagnosis eased Monica Bellucci's tension a little more.
She tilted her head slightly toward the focused Li Fei beside her, her eyes filled with tenderness.
Li Fei listened silently throughout, his gaze gentle as his fingers remained tightly clasped around her hand.
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