Xiao Mo, don't blame me.
We can have another child, but you... there's only one of you.
I can't just watch you die, I have no choice.
No one voiced any opinions on the decision Jiang Jinghao made, because even if it were someone else, no one would know the right answer to this choice.
After a long while, the light of the operating room finally went out.
A group of people with numb legs rushed forward, looking at Qiao Mo, who was pale from excessive blood loss, lying on the hospital bed.
"The patient's condition is basically stable, but the child... we're very sorry, it was a boy."
Looking at Qiao Mo's now flat belly, Xie Qinghuan's tears fell pattering on Qiao Mo's hand, unable to speak through her sobs.
"Also, the patient might not be able to conceive again, so we suggest you prepare yourselves mentally."
The doctor's words were like a merciless ice knife, tormenting their hearts.
