Fortunately, both the adult and child were saved in the end.
The chief surgeon couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, "Luckily we saved them, otherwise we might not be able to keep our jobs."
"Why?" asked the nurse who was handing the consent form to the Morelands for signing, puzzled.
"She is..." The chief surgeon was about to answer, seemingly recalling something, then shook his head with a cautious expression, "It's nothing, make sure to handle the follow-up matters and keep an eye on the mother's condition."
The night deepened.
Emily Yorke watched as the child was settled in and paid the necessary fees. Returning to the outside of the delivery room, Owen Moreland arrived just then.
"There's no need for so many people to stay here; you all should go back and rest. Having Dad, Uncle, and me here is enough."
Owen said this while naturally pulling Amelia Clarke into his embrace.
It was already early morning, the time when people should be deeply asleep.
