People's Hospital of Jiangcheng, VIP Room on the 28th Floor
Zhou Shengting, with his hands pocketed, stood by the window. From a distance, one could feel the chill emanating from him as he gazed down at the city beneath him with a solemn expression on his face.
His nervousness and helplessness at this moment were unmistakable.
Sister Jiang clasped her hands together, praying for the safety of Bai Lan and her unborn child in the hospital room.
Zhou Shengting was filled with self-blame, suspecting that it was probably because she was too exhausted last night that this had happened.
Time seemed to pass exceedingly slowly, and the atmosphere in the hallway was as still as if the air itself had frozen—no one dared to even breathe loudly.
Zhou Shengting was in a rush inside, but he maintained a composed demeanor on the surface.
Finally, unable to contain himself, he began pacing back and forth in the corridor.
