Ya Chen curled his palm and held her hand tighter, leaning in, his voice low and filled with a sense of security: "I'll stay by your side."
Just a few words made Chu Xinyue feel much more at ease, allowing him to hold her hand as they entered the hospital room.
She lay on a chaise longue.
Doctor Han gently rolled up her sleeve, revealing skin so delicate and fair that the veins were almost visible. He wiped medical alcohol on her elbow, then tied on a rubber band, and finally took out a syringe and needle from the medical kit.
The liquid in the syringe was pushed into the large needle, and liquid seeped out from the needle's sharp tip.
She was calm at first, but now a bit anxious; her other hand slid down, groping around as if seeking comfort, and was soon held by Ya Chen.
He could sense her panic and leaned in close to her ear: "It'll be over in a moment."
"The baby will be fine, won't it?" she asked, inexplicably flustered.
