"Okay, enough chitchat. Now let's move on to the open discussion." Zhang Jianguo saw the topic veering off course and hurriedly steered it back.
The wife of the old commander was giving birth, and he felt it necessary to show his concern.
Besides, his own wife and An Hao were very close friends. No matter how one looked at it, he had to pay a visit.
...
Qin Jian rushed back home, only to find it empty. Upon going upstairs, he saw that all the things An Hao had prepared the night before were gone, and he knew clearly that she must have already gone to the hospital.
So, he hurried downstairs and made his way to the military district's general hospital.
Zhang Yun had booked the ward in advance, which Qin Jian knew, so as soon as he arrived at the hospital, he went straight upstairs.
He entered the ward and saw An Hao, with her belly bulging, walking back and forth in pain, leaning on Zhang Yun's hand, her face streaked with tears.
