Fang Jianhua quickly asked someone to help send Yang Anzhen to the hospital.
On the way, Yang Anzhen tightly held Fang Jianhua's hand: "Jianhua, my stomach hurts, my stomach hurts so much, am I about to give birth? It's not the due date yet, do you think our child will be okay?"
Fang Jianhua saw Yang Anzhen sweating profusely.
Now the weather is not hot at all; on the contrary, there's still some early spring chill, but Yang Anzhen is drenched in sweat, her clothes somewhat soaked.
Seeing her suffer like this, Fang Jianhua's heart ached, his eyes reddened, and tears kept falling: "No, our child will be fine. Honey, you must hold on, we're heading to the hospital soon, everything will be fine once we get there."
Before sending Yang Anzhen to the hospital, Fang Jianhua had already asked someone to call his parents and also had a coworker who was on good terms with him call the Yang family, asking Yang Erchou and Li Cuixia to hurry to the hospital.
