Beijing nights in May were cool and pleasant, yet Li Ye was sweating.
"Older Sister, lend me your handkerchief."
Li Ye's handkerchief was already soaked, so he had no choice but to ask his Older Sister Li Yue for hers.
This was extremely abnormal for Li Ye. Even if he sprinted several hundred meters in one breath, he would not soak through a handkerchief like this.
The root of it all lay with Wen Leyu.
Near noon, Li Ye suddenly received a pager message from home, telling him that Wen Leyu's water had broken.
He tossed out a single sentence and left the meeting, speeding all the way back to Fuyou Street.
But when he reached the house on Fuyou Street, Wen Leyu had already been taken to the hospital by his old mother and Older Sister Li Yue.
After Li Ye rushed anxiously to the hospital, he began a tormenting wait.
Wen Leyu had entered the operating room in the afternoon, yet she still had not come out by nine that night. Li Ye, sitting in the corridor, grew increasingly unable to stay calm, his mind beginning to run wild.
Seeing that Li Ye's handkerchief was soaked through, Fu Guiru, who sat on the bench beside him, could not help asking, "Xiao Ye, why are you so weak?"
"Huh?"
Mother, your son could beat a tiger to death, but my wife is in there!
If Fu Guiru had been the only one present, Li Ye would have complained a little no matter what. But Teacher Ke was sitting beside Fu Guiru, so he could only mumble incoherently, unable to say anything sensible.
Teacher Ke understood Li Ye, though, and said gently, "Li Ye is just too nervous. There is really no need to be. Doctor Liu is very experienced