It was only seven months! Was it going to be another premature baby?
But he had taken delicate care of her and their unborn baby this time. Why was it like this? With Little Jia, it could be understood because Wan Jia was depressed at the time. What was it all about this time?
While thinking about this, he carried her to his car and drove off to hospital. It would be too late if he called an ambulance instead.
He wiped the imaginary sweat off his forehead. It was very difficult to rush her to hospital and at the same time not hurt her.
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"Doctor, how's my wife?" Lu Aotian was pacing restlessly and stopped the doctor he saw coming out of Wan Jia's hospital room.
The man sighed. This was not going to be easy to explain. "The water did not break, you were thinking too much. Both the mother and child are fine."
"But what?" Lu Aotian knew from his expression that there had to be something else.
