Jian Zhiqing supported Qin Xiangnuan with one hand while propping up a pillow with the other, placing it behind her so she could lean comfortably. Then he handed her some water. Qin Xiangnuan took the cup and drank several sips in succession before her throat finally felt much more comfortable.
"Where are the kids?" Qin Xiangnuan put the cup on the quilt, knowing she had given birth to two.
"In the incubator," Jian Zhiqing sat down beside her and pulled the quilt up a bit, "Don't worry, they're fine. They're just a bit underweight, but the doctor says they're quite healthy. Only Little San is not doing very well, with a lung infection, but it's not serious either, and he's out of the critical period now."
"Little San?" Qin Xiangnuan was puzzled. "Why did you give the child such a name?"
"Heh..." Jian Zhiqing laughed and gently tapped her forehead.
