Gu Qing took over the inspection report, and when he saw the last entry, his eyes reddened. He gently placed his hand on it and traced every word on the paper.
He, Gu Qing, had a child. He still had a daughter. His daughter must be a little angel, right? Otherwise, how could she be his daughter?
And she must be alright, she must be.
"Can I see her?" Gu Qing clutched the inspection report tightly. His mind was a mess. He was excited, yet afraid; ecstatic, yet despairing.
He had never imagined that he would have a child, let alone that he would first lay eyes on his daughter in a hospital, with her lying uncertain between life and death in the intensive care unit. Even more, he didn't know what illness she had contracted, how serious it was, or whether she could recover.
"Yes," Tang Yuxin thought for a moment before nodding in agreement.
