Ni Cuihua, like Old Mrs. Zheng, hugged Little Ni Yun and cried until she was gasping for breath.
Little Ni Yun still didn't understand what life and death meant, and said blankly, "Mommy, why are you crying? Why won't sister talk to me?"
Hearing this, Old Mrs. Zheng cried even harder.
At this critical moment, only Old Mr. Zheng kept a portion of his composure, nodding weakly, "Alright, then I'll trouble you, Lingling."
Zheng Lingling shook her head, "It's not a bother. I am Yangyang's aunt; this is what I should do. Dad, please try to console Mom and ask her not to cry. Her health isn't good to begin with. If she harms her health from crying, Yangyang won't be able to rest in peace down below."
Doctor Jiang stepped forward and said, "Then I won't go home tonight either. Just in case something happens to Aqing, I'll be nearby to take care of her."
Old Mr. Zheng continued nodding.