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 ergency 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 so 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.
The small child had been changed into a hospital gown, looking fresh and clean, without any visible traces of blood.
However, the child’s little face was still swollen, with a thick white bandage wrapped around the head, the small face as pale as paper, without a hint of color, particularly pitiful.
Qiao Mo gently held up his hand, tears streaming down one after another: "Qiqi... can you hear speaking? Can you hear Mommy speaking?"
He’s her child... definitely her child...
No wonder she always felt a sense of affection and fondness.
It’s ridiculous she once attributed such closeness and affection to the fact that he looked similar to Fu Nancheng, instead of considering it was because of their mother-child bond, connected by blood.
However, to ensure no mistakes in the situation, this ti, Fu Nancheng personally took hair samples from the three of them and handed them to Qin Zhaoran.
Qin Zhaoran looked at the child on the hospital bed, his expression slightly troubled.
Years ago, he had entrusted a friend in the hospital to handle Qiao Mo’s surgery, originally thinking it was foolproof, but unexpectedly, such a mistake occurred.
Later he rushed back, just vaguely feeling sothing was not right, also having suspected that this child wasn’t dead.
Unfortunately, he ultimately failed to find any flaw, nor was he able to find the child.
...
Inside the hospital room, Qiqi was still in a deep sleep.
Qiao Mo and Fu Nancheng were at his side, their eyes moist.
Fu Nancheng looked at Qiqi sowhat dazed, he really looked a lot like Xiao Mo...
Lowering his eyes lightly, he couldn’t help but recall the few interactions he had with the small him over the years.
The first ti they t, Yu Qianxun was alone holding him, carrying a lot of large and small bags, and also single-handedly pushing a stroller.
He watched this scene from the car, feeling a bit lost.
Yu Qianxun seed to want to place Qiqi into the stroller at that ti, but clearly, the little one didn’t like lying quietly in the stroller, as soon as placed down, he would start crying loudly.
Yu Qianxun, flustered, dropped her belongings all over the ground, yet had to pick them up one by one.
Picking up this dropping that, flustered and busy.
After repeating a few tis, she had no choice but to once again hold the crying Qiqi, but the little one seed particularly mischievous, as soon as picked up, he would imdiately stop crying and instead skillfully giggle.
Yu Qianxun was sweating all over at that ti, having to throw all her belongings into the stroller.
But evidently, the stroller was broken, which was why she was in such a predicant.
At that ti, he didn’t know why, perhaps he felt a sense of affection, or felt it was difficult for her alone, so he inexplicably got out of the car and helped her put the stroller into the trunk.
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