On that day, after the person on the hospital bed suddenly lapsed into unconsciousness, no one ever brought up the matter of the child again. It should be said that everyone was afraid to mention it, and they were deliberately avoiding the topic.
But the child in the womb was after all an existing fact. How could it be that simply not talking about it would make everything go away?
At the very least, Fu Yue, lying on the hospital bed, wouldn't let her daughter keep evading the issue.
Today, with fewer people around, it was a good opportunity to have a detailed discussion on the subject.
She first looked towards the person at the door of the ward, "Qiao Ling, come here and sit."
The person called by name, still unaware of the other's purpose, also followed the direction and sat down on the sofa next to the hospital bed, "How are you feeling today?"
The person on the bed smiled and nodded, "I'm really fine, it's just that you all are too nervous."
