Military District General Hospital, outside the ward.
The corridor was crowded with people, the atmosphere so tense it was almost solid.
Wang Xiu'e held onto Sister Zhou, her eyes red and fixed intently on the tightly closed hospital room door.
The Commander and Political Commissioner Chen stood to the side, their faces equally somber.
Gu Yanshen stood closest to the door, his right arm in a sling on his chest, his left hand pressed against the door, motionless.
His blood-stained military uniform was still on, and he seemed like a statue on the verge of cracking.
"Creak—"
The door opened.
Dean Wu removed his mask, his face showing fatigue, but his eyes were bright.
Everyone instantly gathered around.
"Dean Wu, how is Wanwan?"
Wang Xiu'e's voice was trembling.
Gu Yanshen didn't move, but the tension in his back said it all.
Dean Wu waved his hand.
"Rest assured, both the mother and the child are safe."
He paused, his tone becoming heavier.
