"The child?" Mo Siluo let out a long sigh of relief, but when he heard the word "child," his whole being was instantly shocked.
"The pregnant woman is already about nine weeks along and is in a relatively dangerous period, and her uterine wall is thin, which makes miscarriage more likely. It's fortunate that we were able to save the child this time. From now on, you'll need to watch over her more and not let her do anything foolish again," the doctor explained with special emphasis and deep concern.
Mo Siluo nodded woodenly, replying, "Thank you, doctor."
When Wen Wan was wheeled out, she was still unconscious. Mo Siluo followed the woman into the ward, staring at her pale, bloodless face. His heart clenched painfully, but as his gaze slowly moved to her abdomen, the corners of his lips lifted slightly.
