Rong Cheng rushed to the hospital room, pushed the door open, and the servant was keeping watch. The room was quiet, and Li Xin was asleep on the bed, her face very pale.
"Sir, you're here." The servant stood up.
On the way, Rong Cheng had sobered up halfway. Now he hurriedly glanced at the person on the bed and blurted out.
"How's the child? Is it safe?"
With just a few words, Li Xin, who was sleeping, fluttered her eyelashes, and her fingers tightened under the blanket.
Ha, to him, there was indeed only the child.
What was she to him?
The servant said, "The child is safe. The doctor said it's fortunate that Miss Li had a light fall, or else the child would have been in trouble. However, Miss Li is in extreme pain, she just fell asleep after an injection."
Rong Cheng sighed in relief, "It's good that the child is safe."
Then he walked over to look at the girl on the bed, her face as pale as a ghost.
Looking at this familiar face, a feeling of pity arose in his heart.
