"Young Master Rong, don't worry, it's just a minor operation, Young Madam will be fine." Xu Zhiyuan comforted.
Don't worry?
How could he not worry? It was his woman who was lying on the operating table!
At the end of the day, if he was with her when she had a miscarriage, none of this would have needed to happen today.
They wouldn't have lost their first child and she wouldn't have ended up being unable to conceive for life!
Rong Yan paced back and forth and lit up cigarette after cigarette. Soon, the ground beside him was covered in ash.
He glanced at the tightly shut doors of the operating theater and his heart wrenched up immediately.
Half an hour later, the doors of the operating theater were opened.
Luo Anning was still lying on the bed because the anesthesia had yet to wear off. The nurse wheeled her out while Rong Yan threw away a cigarette in his hand and scurried towards her.
"How is she?" he questioned.
