Qin Lu was wheeled into the ward from the emergency room, with a drip of recuperative fluid hanging on her.
Liu Chen sat by the bed, holding Qin Lu's hands tightly.
Qin Lu kept crying and didn't speak.
Lin Xueting, Mei Xiao, and Tang Yue stood silently beside them, feeling just as miserable, understanding the pain of a man losing his child.
"Sister Qin Lu, just focus on recovering now, don't think about anything else."
Lin Xueting peeled a lychee for her to eat, as it helps to nourish the blood.
Qin Lu shook her head, her mood was terrible, hating herself for being so careless, for going to the bathroom in the middle of the night; perhaps if she had waited until morning, she wouldn't have slipped.
As she thought about it, Qin Lu cried again; this was her first child. She had even taken prenatal education courses alone for this child, played music, and told fables. Looking back now, it was all in vain.
