The smell of disinfectant permeates the corridors of Eastern Hospital.
The red light outside the operating room has long since extinguished, with several nurses hurriedly pushing medical equipment in and out.
"Where is the pregnant woman who had an early birth?"
A female doctor in a white coat and a blue mask stopped a passing nurse, her voice tranquil and without a ripple.
The nurse didn't halt her steps, casually replied, "The one just brought in? She's in room 301."
The female doctor nodded, turned, and walked toward room 301. The door to the ward was ajar. She gently pushed it open; it was quiet inside.
By the window on the hospital bed, Emily lay there, breathing evenly, as if exhausted and asleep from childbirth.
A swift cold flash appeared in the female doctor's eyes. She slowly turned around, staring fixedly at the cradle beside the bedside cabinet.
Her steps became lighter, approaching step by step.
"Without this child, let's see how you'll handle Carlos."
