Outside the delivery room, Wang Xiaoliang leaned against the corridor wall. After bringing the mother and daughter to the hospital, he had stayed, running around to handle the paperwork instead. This was Zhou Qiang's child. He told himself this was his responsibility to his brother, and he had to stay.
Wang Xiaoliang would rather stand than sit beside her.
Dong Hongmei could not sit still, repeatedly rising from and sinking back onto the bench, muttering more quietly than a mosquito. She pressed her palms together and bowed to the empty air, anxiety written all over her face. The doctor's words kept circling in her ears: "The mother was too busy and exhausted. She went into premature labor." Every word stabbed her heart.
Several other family members were waiting at the door, anxiety keeping them company too.
To Wang Xiaoliang, Dong Hongmei looked like she was mumbling superstitious nonsense.
At the end of the corridor, Wei Zijin came jogging over. She approached Wang Xiaoliang and asked about the situation. He took the bag from her hand and gave her a brief account.
Wei Zijin went over to Dong Hongmei, reached out to stroke her shoulder, then sat down beside her.
"Godmother, try not to worry so much, all right?"
"She's been too busy and tired lately, and she hasn't been in a good mood either. She went into premature labor," Dong Hongmei said, talking to herself.
"It's all that bastard Zhou Qiang's fault."
"It'll be all right, Godmother. This is the best obstetrics department in Jiangcheng. Medicine is so advanced now. Everything will definitely be fine," Wei Zijin comforted her kindly.
Before long, Huang Xueli appeared around the corner of the corridor too. His steps were steady, but worry showed on his face. He walked over to Wang Xiaoliang and asked