Fu Nancheng noted down his number, and after he left, he instructed Zhuo Lin to transfer ten million to the man's account.
...
The corridor once again returned to silence. Qiao Mo leaned on Fu Nancheng's shoulder, her heart twitching.
Why didn't she realize sooner that the child could be hers and Fu Nancheng's?
She was so stupid... so stupid!
About half an hour later, the door of the emergency room finally opened.
The doctor first looked at the police, and after seeing them nod, he spoke to Fu Nancheng and Qiao Mo.
"Are you the child's parents?"
"The child's condition is relatively stable right now, the head injury is quite severe, and there's suspicion of mild concussion, but with some rest it shouldn't be a big problem. The other injuries on the body are basically external wounds, with careful recovery they will definitely heal."
Qiao Mo's eyes felt sour, her gaze falling on Qiqi who was sleeping soundly on the hospital bed.
