If the person in the room hadn't been Luan Qingyuan, with her propensity for crusading against injustices, she would definitely have intervened.
But since it was Luan Qingyuan, she couldn't be bothered to move.
After the doctor and the nurses burst in, they immediately pulled Chen Qiaoke away.
Several nurses worked together to lift Luan Qingyuan onto the hospital bed.
Luan Qingyuan's face was swollen and purple from being hit, she cradled her belly, pale as death, and moaned, "My stomach hurts..."
The doctor hurried to examine her, only to see a large patch of blood spreading from beneath her legs.
The doctor's complexion changed, he placed the stethoscope on Luan Qingyuan's lower abdomen and felt with his hand, then shook his head regretfully, "It's no use, it can't be saved..."
Luan Qingyuan's face drained of color as she clutched her belly and screamed, "No—"
This child was her only hope.
Xiao Yan had already cut all ties with her.
