Yu Lingqian tightly grasped Mu Anran's hand.
Mu Shaojing had just left.
Before he left, he vowed with confidence that he would never let anyone harm Mu Anran.
But before his words even landed, Mu Anran was already lying in the ambulance.
Yu Lingqian looked at her soot-blackened face, feeling as if his heart was being pierced with a knife.
Finally arriving at the emergency room, Mu Anran was pushed inside, and Yu Lingqian prepared to follow, but was stopped by several nurses outside: "Sorry sir, you can't go in, this is the emergency room."
Yu Lingqian stood anxiously at the door. Usually calm, he now couldn't even speak clearly, "She has a child in her belly, she has a child in her belly!"
"Sir, we have already made a note of the situation. Don't worry, we will do our best to save both the mother and the child."
"Bang!"
The emergency room door slammed shut.
Yu Lingqian stood there, as if the heavy door had separated the two of them.
