"Alright! If that's really the case, there's nothing we can do. It's such a pity for the child." Bai Xiao was somewhat dejected. This child was already seven or eight months along and fully developed.
After such a surgery, it's basically impossible to save the child.
In fact, it's an arduous choice.
It's equivalent to the proposition of saving the adult or the child.
Whose life sometimes leaves one powerless, and any choice is forced.
Bai Xiao turned around and felt that someone had grabbed her hand.
"She's awake!"
The nurse exclaimed.
The patient on the bed had not woken up but still clutched Bai Xiao's wrist firmly, tears streaming down her closed eyes and sliding down her cheeks.
"Child..."
Bai Xiao felt a pang in her heart. She was also a mother, how could she not understand a mother's persistence and protection for her child.
This mother wasn't really conscious; it was more of a subconscious reaction to hearing their conversation.
"We will do our best, don't worry."
