For the entire morning, Qianning sat on her bed, guarding the phone. Even though the large bed was comfortable, and she did indeed feel somewhat groggy, she still didn't dare to sleep. At this time, her foster father and sister were both in the operating room.
Beigong Cang had said he didn't allow her to see her family, and she didn't want to make him angry, so she obediently stayed at home waiting for Mother Qiao to call with good news.
Nearing noon, Qianning got out of bed and poured herself a glass of water at the small table in her room. A wave of nausea surged up, and at the same time, her cellphone began to ring.
She hurriedly set down the glass and rushed to the bed to answer the call.
"Hello, Mom."
"Qianning!" Indeed, Mother Qiao's voice came through on the other end, "Your father's surgery was very successful, the doctor said, as long as he will get better." Her voice was mixed with excited sobs.