Qin Zhen answered Ma Zhixuan's call. He cried and apologized on the other end.
But Qin Zhen remained expressionless, standing outside the emergency incubator area, looking at her son, lying alone in the small incubator.
Unable to forgive.
Even if Qin Zhen could forgive Ma Zhixuan, as long as she saw her son, so small and fragile, struggling on the edge of life and death in this world,
Qin Zhen just couldn't, on behalf of her son, forgive Ma Zhixuan.
She silently hung up Ma Zhixuan's call, then with teary eyes, asked Xin Qiuru beside her,
"It's been over ten days now, how is my son?"
"He's growing bit by bit, don't worry excessively."
Xin Qiuru stood next to Qin Zhen in front of the glass wall, she opened her mouth but found it hard to speak some words directly in front of Qin Zhen.
Speaking out would indeed be cruel.
Yet Qin Zhen might already know, a 6-month premature baby surviving over ten days in this environment is truly a miracle.
What more could she ask for?
