"Alright, alright!" Cheryl Forrest wiped away her tears.
Alabama Tuchman's emotions were also very unstable, and he said tearfully, "Miss Thompson, will our baby be okay? If anything happens to him, we won't want to live either!"
"Mr. Tuchman, as the head of the family, you must be calm." Viola Thompson's tone was soft, but it was imbued with a special magic, "You are the only spiritual pillar for Madam Tuchman, the child, and the elderly at home."
Upon hearing this, Alabama Tuchman immediately wiped away his tears and cheered up.
Viola Thompson was right.
His child was not in danger yet, and he couldn't break down like this. If he did, what would his mother, wife, and child do?
Soon, the three of them arrived at the entrance of the ICU Ward.
Viola Thompson, led by the nurse, went to change into an aseptic suit.
After changing into the aseptic suit, she proceeded to give acupuncture to the child.
The acupuncture process was slow.
