Xian Guiying nodded and ignored her family members. She followed the nurse and changed into sterile clothes. After washing her hands, she hurried into the ICU wards.
Xian Family stood outside the window, occasionally asking the nurses and doctors about the child's condition and occasionally looking at Xian Guiying, who was sitting beside the bed.
Qin Wenqian slept soundly. Xian Guiying sat lightly in the chair next to the bed. When she saw her daughter's soft hand pierced by the tube, her heart ached. She slowly held her daughter's hand and looked at her little face.
"Qianqian, can you hear mommy? Mommy is here to accompany you. You must be strong and wake up quickly, okay?"
As Xian Guiying spoke, she lowered her head and gently kissed her daughter's hand. Her eyes were filled with tender love.
Qin Wenqian did not respond, as if she could not hear Xian Guiying's voice at all or feel her mother's presence. She continued to sleep, not moving at all.
