Jian Qing looked up at Shen Hao, her face pale. "How are things going?"
"The surgery is not yet finished," Shen Hao said, "We can only wait until Fu Heng comes out to know the situation."
"Little Qingqing, don't worry, sit down and have a drink of water. Director Wan said that you can't get impatient now; it's not good for you and the baby." Rhee helped her sit down, reaching over to take the cup from Quan Hao's hand and handing it to her.
Jian Qing held the cup, her gaze continuously falling on the tightly closed doors, a sense of foreboding always looming in her heart.
Xiaojing, you need to get better soon; our baby is still waiting for you.
After what felt like an eternity, the tightly closed doors finally opened. Those short two hours seemed to have passed like a century for everyone present.
Fu Heng in his white coat came out, taking off his surgical mask as he walked.
