The doctor walked out and removed his mask.
"Doctor, how's my mother?"
Shen chengjing ran up to him, full of hope. She reached out and grabbed his arm, looking at him longingly.
The doctor shook his head and sighed.
"The patient had many injuries on her body. Her stomach was hit hard, so the child was not saved." He said.
Shen chengjing listened and walked in. The nurse pushed the patient out.
Lin qingxia's face was as white as a sheet of paper as he lay on the bed. His slightly bulging stomach had already smoothened a little, but perhaps because he was middle-aged and had put on some weight, it was not obvious.
"Accompany her well." President ye walked up to her and said.
She reached for her phone and realized that she did not bring it with her. She borrowed President ye's phone and called mo Yanchen and Mo Cheng before returning to the ward.
