236 Your godmother chose your name, oh

Qin Zhen took Ma Zhixuan's call, he was apologizing tearfully on the other end.

But Qin Zhen stood expressionlessly outside the emergency incubator room, watching her son lying all alone in the tiny incubator.

She couldn't forgive.

Even if Qin Zhen could forgive Ma Zhixuan, as long as she saw her son, so small, so tiny, struggling to stay alive in such a harsh world.

Qin Zhen couldn't find any way to forgive Ma Zhixuan on behalf of her son.

She hung up on Ma Zhixuan without saying a word, then, with tears in her eyes, asked Xin Qiuru by her side,

"It's been more than ten days, how's my son doing?"

"He's growing bit by bit, don't worry too much."

Xin Qiuru stood with Qin Zhen in front of the glass wall. She opened her mouth, but some words were hard to say in front of Qin Zhen.

Actually voicing them was cruel.

But Qin Zhen might not be unaware, for a six-month-old premature baby to survive more than ten days in such an environment truly was a miracle.