Compress

Wu Zhixuan was anxiously waiting outside the emergency room as he paced up and down.

Although he no longer had any feelings for Jiang Linfan, a child was, after all, innocent.

Moreover, this child was most likely his own flesh and blood. If something were to happen to the child, wouldn't he personally kill his own child?

Finally, the emergency room door opened and a slightly exhausted doctor walked out.

Wu Zhixuan quickly stepped forward to stop the doctor, "Doctor, how is the person inside?"

The doctor took off the gloves on his hand and the mask on his face, and looked at Wu Zhixuan with a somewhat disdainful expression, "Good child, nothing happened. You only got yourself agitated, but be careful in the future, don't let anything happen to you again."

Hearing the doctor's words, Wu Zhixuan's heart dropped. He heaved a sigh of relief, "That's good, thank you doctor!"