She couldn't believe it; her body was so weak that she couldn't muster the strength to sit up, but she still struggled to rise: "Where's the baby? I want to see the baby!"
Ouyang Yi gently but firmly held her down: "Xingyu, the baby that passed away has been taken to the morgue. It's been over ten hours since you fell unconscious. It's better to keep his body in the morgue for now. When you're feeling better, we'll hold the memorial service together, okay? The most important thing right now is for you to take care of yourself; there's a healthy baby waiting for you."
Tears flowed down Su Xingyu's face, and she was speechless for a long moment.
Ouyang Yi signaled to a nurse standing by, who understood and left, quickly returning with a small incubator.
Inside the transparent incubator lay a wrinkled, eyes-still-closed little baby, who seemed to be sleeping peacefully.
Su Xingyu's gaze was immediately captured, and she called out, "Baby..."
