"Mom!" As soon as he spoke, the old lady turned around, her face unable to hide her worry and anxiety.
Beside her, the couple Pei Chenyang and Zhao Mengmeng, who had rushed over after receiving the news, stood with grim expressions.
"How is the situation now? Is my sister-in-law alright?" Pei Yiting held his elderly mother's hand, silently conveying strength.
At his question, the old lady's tears began to fall.
"When we found her, she was already bleeding." The old lady answered in a panic.
Bleeding?
Xia Yueqing's heart trembled, her eyes filled with deep worry as she looked towards the operating room.
If she remembered correctly, the baby was seven months old? Or not even seven months?
Pei Yiting's expression was as grave and worried as Xia Yueqing's.
He didn't understand childbirth, but given his mother's current state, clearly, things were more serious than he had imagined.
"How did she fall? Where exactly did it happen?" Pei Yiting furrowed his brows.
