"Doctor, doctor, how is my wife?" Stu-qing stared at the bloodshot eyes and grabbed the doctor's hand.

"Yes, doctor, how is my friend?" Qin Cedar grabbed the doctor's other hand and asked eagerly.

"You are the husband of the patient, aren't you?" The doctor thought about it and asked Stuqing.

"Yes, yes, it's me! How is she, the child? Stu-qing could not afford to compete with Qin Cedar for custody. He looked at the doctor's face with trepidation and wanted to guess some good or bad luck.

Unfortunately, the doctor had seen so many scenes of life and death that he could not see any joy, anger or joy on...