The door of the ward was pushed open.
Old Mr. Mo and old Mr. Wen then entered the ward.
Old Mr. Mo's aged face was no longer as stern as before. Instead, he said with concern and worry for his granddaughter, " "Xinya, are you alright? aren't you ten days away from your due date? Why are you suddenly on the verge of giving birth?"
Old Mr. Mo's blood almost flowed backward when he received si yiyan's call and found out about Wen Xinya's premature delivery.
Although Wen Xinya's pregnancy was not bad and du Shinan had repeatedly assured her that she would be fine, he could not help but think of his wife who was suffering from postpartum hemorrhage and his daughter who was lying on the operating table covered in blood. Because of his wife and daughter's previous experience, he did not care about anything else and rushed to the hospital.
"Could it be a mistake?" old Mr. Wen asked in shock.
