An Chuyu lay on the hospital bed, still not waking up, and Xi Zheng, standing by the bed, was sweating coldly, feeling almost scared out of her wits.
An hour before, he had driven her, running through three red lights in a row, having already called the traffic police in advance, to explain that a family member in the car needed emergency aid.
They had rushed to the nearest private hospital at breakneck speed, where it just so happened that Xi Zheng had an aunt who worked in this hospital's Cardiology Department. Once she heard who was in the emergency room, she immediately contacted a familiar expert to go in and provide treatment.
After the examination, the doctor came out and informed Xi Zheng, "Luckily you arrived in time, the child is safe. She's still in a coma, and we suggest bed rest to preserve the pregnancy."
Xi Zheng almost couldn't stand still, the doctor's words echoing in her head over and over: An Chuyu was pregnant.