"Sir, all the prenatal check-up records in our city are interconnected, any hospital can access them, and indeed Ms. Cheng gave birth prematurely at seven months!"
The nurse left carrying the child, and Chen Ziqian's heart sank. The flicker of hope that had just kindled was extinguished once again.
"What are you fantasizing about?" He chuckled helplessly and strode out of the ward.
As soon as Ling Yuanhang received a call from the hospital, he rushed over immediately. All the way there, he felt extremely anxious, driving at breakneck speed. Had Xinxin given birth? He could hardly imagine under what circumstances Xinxin had suddenly gone into labor. The mere thought terrified him, and he loathed himself for not being by her side during such a dangerous and painful moment. What if something had happened because the conditions around her were perilous? He couldn't bear to think about it.