Qiao Nian's frown deepened. Who was speaking? She narrowed her eyes. In a daze, she seemed to see a few people in white coats standing at the side.
Was she on the operating table?
Suddenly, a sharp pain came from below.
Qiao Nian was stunned. She tried hard to regulate her breathing, but the pain in her lower body was getting worse and worse, and the strength in her body was gradually disappearing. In a daze, she could still hear what the doctor was saying.
It hurt.
So tired.
She couldn't take it anymore.
"Wow!"
The crisp cry swept away Qiao Nian's fatigue. She suddenly opened her eyes. A doctor was walking over with a child in his arms. "Miss Qiao, look. The child is fine."
The child was fine?
Qiao Nian's head hurt more and more. Cold sweat broke out on her forehead. Her child was actually fine.
She remembered that her child had died in childbirth!
