When Feng Biyan ran into the ward, Guan Qingyan was struggling to get up from the hospital bed. She was sweating profusely but did not give up.
When he saw Guan Qingyan about to fall down, Feng Biyan hurriedly ran to her side and supported her." Yan 'er, what are you doing? Why can't we wait a little longer?"
Guan Qingyan shook her head.
"I can feel that my daughter's condition is not good, so we have to find her."
She was not exaggerating. In her previous life, her daughter's health was not good. In this life, she was born prematurely. She did not know what the situation would be like.
As long as she thought of this, Guan Qingyan's heart would ache. How could she still have the mood to care about other things?
Feng Biyan looked at Guan Qingyan's anxious expression and could not say anything harsh. He sighed." Wait here for a while. I'll bring you to look for her.""
