*
The next day, ning Qing did not wake up.
Mother ning was so anxious that she was asking the doctor all sorts of questions when the person on the bed made some movements.
"Mother!"
Her weak voice broke mother ning's heart.
"Mom's here!"
She held ning Qing's hand gently, afraid that she would break it if she used too much force.
The doctor gave ning Qing a thorough examination. After confirming that she was fine, the few of them heaved a sigh of relief.
Ning Qing leaned against the bed with her father's help. Her hands were weak, and the wound under the gauze was throbbing in pain.
Mrs ning's heart ached as she looked at her daughter's pale face. it's only been two months since we last met and you're lying in the hospital again. It's a good thing you're fine. If something else had happened to you, what would your father and I have done in the future? "
