As soon as He Zhilan spoke, it seemed as though to verify her suspicion, the director and the doctor came over.
Both of them were sweating heavily, and the director, looking at the room full of people, said with difficulty, "We are very sorry. After our recent verification, we now suspect that the child who was taken is your child, not the one in bed 183."
Even though He Zhilan had already suspected as much earlier, until the hospital provided an answer, she continued to hope that the doctors and nurses had mistaken the babies, and that her child was still lying safely in the neonatal incubator room, safe and sound among the other babies.
At this moment, He Zhilan was in a daze, sitting there like a lost puppet, motionless, only the tears falling continuously from her eyes testified that she was still a living person.
