Jiang Zhe had still been holding a mouthful of mushroom extract, but she didn't resist Cai'er and took it into her mouth.
She simply lacked the energy even to chew and slowly closed her eyes.
Seeing that she was just overly exhausted, Qin Jingchen's heart's fluctuations began to settle, and he sat by her side, keeping watch over her.
Although Jiang Zhe was usually lazy, she rarely showed this level of fatigue.
It was clear that the surgery hadn't been easy.
In the hospital.
Qin Feng and the child, safe and sound.
"Auntie Chun, go rest with grandma," Qin Feng said to Tiao Chun.
Then she asked, "What about Jiang Zhe?"
"Jingchen is with her," Fen Ye laughed, "Don't worry. How is the nephew?"
Qin Feng knew better than anyone else Jiang Zhe's current condition—stepping back from death's door by a hair's breadth, nobody understood better than her the effort Jiang Zhe had put in.
She smiled, "The child is over there."
Fen Ye went to see the child.
