"Wah"
"Wah"
The baby's cries sounded again.
This time, louder.
More urgent.
Gu Yanshen suddenly opened his eyes.
"They're crying."
Dean Wu sighed.
"The babies are hungry, but Mr. Lin hasn't woken up yet. We're trying to find a solution."
Gu Yanshen threw off the blanket, about to get out of bed.
"I'll go check."
"No!"
Dean Wu pressed him back down.
"Mr. Gu! You can't get out of bed right now!"
"You've lost too much blood. You need to rest!"
Gu Yanshen looked at him.
"But the babies are crying."
"I know! But if you get out of bed now, you'll faint!"
Gu Yanshen gritted his teeth.
"Then give them formula milk."
Dean Wu shook his head.
"Mrs. Wang won't agree. She wants to wait for Mr. Lin to wake up and feed them personally."
"Colostrum is very important for the babies."
Gu Yanshen lay back down on the bed.
His fists clenched tightly.
"Wah—"
"Wah—"
The cries continued.
Each one more heartrending than the last.
In the corridor.
