Song Qingyu looked at Yu Qiang with a pale face. She didn't mind suffering a little. Her goal was to wrap Yu Qiang tightly around her little finger.
Song Qingyu covered her wound in pain, and said fearfully in a trembling voice, "Brother, my wound seems to have split open. I'm in so much pain. I can't die just like that, right?"
"Could I be meeting our child soon?"
The first thought that came to Yu Qiang's mind when he heard this was that Song Qingyu must not die. Yu Haiyang's matter had not been settled yet. He was instantly flustered and forgot all about Xi Shuangshuang's fall.
He quickly carried Song Qingyu back to the ward and said, "Qingyu, don't talk nonsense. Everything will be fine. I'll bring you back to the ward now and call the doctor!"
