At this moment, Mo Qiansu felt as if she had lost her hearing; all sounds were blocked out by the torrent of sorrow. She seemed trapped in a dead city, unable to escape.
Beneath the loose hospital gown, her frail shoulders heaved violently, and her hoarse cries were heart-wrenching.
An endless stream of sadness surged out uncontrollably with her tears. Mo Qiansu cried uncontrollably, so much so that she didn't even notice the pain from the needle piercing her arm.
As her cries gradually weakened, Mo Qiansu slowly closed her eyes and finally fell into a deep sleep.
The brothers were worried that Mo Qiansu's excessive grief might affect the baby in her womb. So, they asked the doctor to give her a sedative.
The brothers were discussing, deciding that it would be better to send Mo Qiansu back home while she was asleep. With her son and her best friend to accompany her, staying at home was better than staying in a foreign hospital where everything was unfamiliar.
