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The surgery was very successful, Song Weiyi's wound had been stitched up, and her high fever was being treated with the gentlest medication assisted by physical factors, cooling her down from both internal and external means.
When Pei Yibai heard the sound of the door opening, he immediately rushed over.
"How is she?"
"She's stabilized now, if there are no abnormal reactions tomorrow, then she'll be okay. The baby is also fine."
Pei Yibai nodded expressionlessly, said a word of thanks, then walked over to Song Weiyi.
She had already woken up, her eyes red and swollen, the trails of her tears especially striking. Clearly, it was due to crying.
Her waking up was beyond Pei Yibai's expectations.
Pei Yibai was stunned for a moment, which was quickly replaced by a surge of elation.
"Wife, you're awake?" Pei Yibai held Song Weiyi's hand, their fingers interlaced, his warm palm transmitting a full charge of energy.
