The ward housed Fang Pingying along with a few other pregnant women.
Seeing Luo Zhiyong, clad in military uniform, helping Fang Pingying inside, everyone turned to look at them. At that time, soldiers were seen as somewhat extraordinary in the eyes of others.
Fang Pingying, noticing their gazes, flashed a smile at them and headed for the bed furthest inside.
Luo Zhiyong helped her sit down and whispered, "You lie down for a bit, the doctor will arrange for someone to come and give you an IV soon."
Fang Pingying felt okay herself and shook her head with a smile, "I'd rather sit for now; lying down is uncomfortable."
Upon hearing this, Luo Zhiyong frowned deeply as he looked at Fang Pingying, "Please just listen, the doctor already said you should rest in bed more over these next few days. Are you not scared yet, or what's going on?"
