Little Momo's face was facing Wen Linhan. His dark, grape-like eyes carefully sized up the gentle-looking uncle standing next to Feng Ling. He blinked and timidly buried his face in Feng Ling's arms, holding Feng Ling tightly with his white, short arms.
From the moment the child turned around and buried his face again, Wen Linhan's gentle expression changed from hesitation to clarity. He abruptly raised his eyes and looked at Feng Ling who was also holding the child tightly.
"Doctor Wen, I'm very sorry. This child is still having a fever. I'll send him back to the ward to rest. If there's a chance to see him again, we'll contact you." After speaking, Feng Ling carried the child and turned to leave.
Wen Linhan didn't chase after her. He just stood there and looked at Feng Ling's back, then at the arms and legs of the child in her arms. His clear eyes gradually darkened.
