"Is this a hospital? Is my wife a doctor?"
"Your wife is about to be born." His daughter rolled her eyes and, taking Xia Feng by the arm, marched directly toward the hospital.
Xia Feng suddenly snapped to his senses, puzzled, and looked up at the words 'Ping Shan Hospital' above him, wondering in his heart, Am I... in a dream?
Could this dream actually continue?
Before Xia Feng could react, he had already been pulled over the threshold. Blinding brilliance assailed him, and he instinctively turned his head and raised his hand to shield it.
When he lowered his hand, he found he had not entered any hospital, but rather arrived in a blank, white world.
In the center of this world, there was just a solitary rectangular glass coffin standing upright, three meters tall and one meter wide, inside which a woman seemed to be suspended.