Thinking of the baby girl, Qi Bufan said to Hui Shuya, "I know the person who saved your child. He lives on this floor too. I'll go get your daughter."
"Thank you."
Qi Bufan had just walked out of the ward when he saw Fang Yusheng walking over with a little girl in his arms.
"Is she okay?" Just as Fang Yusheng finished speaking, the child in his arms started to cry. Fang Yusheng raised his eyebrows and said, "Could it be that this little fellow smelled a familiar milky fragrance from far away?"
Qi Bufan had never taken care of a child before, nor did he remember his childhood memories. He did not know if a child could really smell his mother's milk. He pointed behind him and said expressionlessly, "She fought with her man, and the wound on her stomach opened."
Fang Yusheng looked inside and saw that the nurse was checking the woman's wound. "She had a cesarean section?" Fang Yusheng only took a look and quickly looked away.
Qi Bufan nodded.
