After a long time, when Lan Dongzhi felt her stomach start to hurt, Gong Chenye suddenly let go of her.
"Men…"
The servants of the Gong family who were guarding outside quickly entered.
"Send her for a checkup," Gong Chenye said.
"Yes, sir!"
They quickly pushed a wheelchair over and forced Lan Dongzhi to sit down. Then, they pushed her to the doctor.
After Lan Dongzhi left, Gong Chenye was the only one left in the ward.
The window was wide open, and the door was also wide open. The wind blew through the hall, and the curtains fluttered.
The warm air in the room had already been blown away, and it was as cold as an ice cave.
Gong Chenye stood stiffly on the spot as he slowly raised his hand.
It was as if that magical touch still existed in his palm.
Gong Chenye realized for the first time that the child in Lan Dongzhi's stomach…It was alive, a living being!
