Yang Fengying tugged at Fang Ning's sleeve, "Who can be more heartbroken over a child than Qingxue? Stop saying that! How is the child?"
Feng Qingxue lifted her head, her eyes, beautiful as stars, now bloodshot and frighteningly red. It had only been one day, yet it seemed her cheeks had thinned to a worrying degree, as she tried to speak through her tears, "It's under observation."
Several doctors had joined for a consultation, doing their utmost, but none could guarantee Zhuangzhuang's safety.
The trace of sympathy in the eyes of the doctors and nurses cut Feng Qingxue to the core.
"Here's the water, the water's here!" A disheveled, hollow-eyed Lu Jiang, holding the warm boiled water his wife had asked for, made his way through the crowd into the ward then frowned, "Wasn't it said that no visitations were allowed? Go back, with fewer people around, Zhuangzhuang's breathing will be a bit easier!"
