Suddenly, the door was flung open from the inside.
Before the doctor could come out, several men had already surged forward.
"How is she? What about the baby? How is the baby?"
Mu Xiaojiu clutched the doctor's shoulder, his voice hoarse with tension.
He had never so clearly realized how much he had been looking forward to the birth of the baby.
It turned out he wanted this child so badly, his and his girl's child.
What worries, what fears? To hell with them all! He shouldn't care about anything else.
What he should care about was his woman, his child!
"Chil, child..." The doctor, who had spent many years on the island, when had he ever seen Mr. Xiaojiu, unflappable even if Mount Tai were crumbling before him, show such an anxious and agitated side?
Startled by him, he stuttered, "Chi... no, no child, there's..."
"What did you say? Have the guts to say that again!" Mu Xiaojiu tightened his grip on the doctor's shoulder with a fierce squeeze.
