"Where's Brother Yan?" Yun Ya finally remembered the issue she had been neglecting. Ever since getting pregnant, her mind had become less sharp, and she kept forgetting things.
Zhuang Xiyue poured a cup of hot water, stirring it with a spoon to let the steam rise, and said without looking up, "I just saw him making a phone call, probably something important. Here, drink this warm water."
Yun Ya took it and sipped it little by little, her gaze drifting towards the sea of flowers outside the floor-to-ceiling window, a heavy feeling settling in her heart. For some reason, she had an ominous premonition.
"Click," the red light of the operating room went out.
The family members stood up excitedly from the chairs at the operating room door.
A man in a white coat slowly walked out of the operating room, his entire being exuding a warm and elegant aura, approaching like a shining star on stage, unforgettable at first glance.
"Doctor, how's my dad?"
