Qin Zhaoran did not return that night, nor did Qiao Mo wake up again.
It wasn't until the following morning that Qiao Mo's condition stabilized. After she fully regained consciousness, the group was allowed to enter.
"Xiao Mo... how are you? Are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere? Are you feeling any better?" Xie Qinghuan asked anxiously.
Jiang Jinghao also watched her with concern, his eyes filled with worry.
Xu Wan hurriedly arrived early in the morning: "Do you want something to eat? Auntie has made some porridge."
Qiao Mo opened her hazy eyes and felt that the white light in the hospital was exceptionally glaring. Without being able to clearly recognize the faces in front of her, the first thing she did was reach out to touch her belly.
But the pain was so intense, her whole body felt as if it had been crushed and torn apart by wheels.
Even the simple act of lifting her arm became extraordinarily difficult for her.
