Director Wan said, "This is our duty as doctors. We will do our utmost, of course."
Before he could finish, Jian Qing was pushed from the operating table back to her ward on a stretcher by a nurse.
"Darling!" Quan Jingwu rushed forward, his gaze fixated on his unconscious child lying on the hospital bed. Her usually rosy cheeks were distressingly pale, piercing his heart with sorrow.
"Jingwu, let's first take Jian Qing back to her ward, she needs to rest now." Weng Ya said softly.
Quan Jingwu held Jian Qing's hand, his hand enveloping her delicate fingers, not letting go all the way to the ward, as if fearing she would disappear as soon as he loosened his grip.
The sky was slowly getting dark.
The atmosphere in the VIP ward was so heavy it felt suffocating.
By the bed, Quan Jingwu held Jian Qing's hand, his soft gaze locked onto her delicate face, his eyebrows furrowed in worry.
He shifted his gaze down to her flat belly.
Unbelievably, there was a new life growing there.
