“She’s a little beauty.”The slightly bald husband was wearing the clothes provided by the hospital. He looked at his daughter in the neonatal intensive care unit through the glass.
A Day had just passed. Originally, they would not have arranged for a visit, but because he was Ling ran’s patient, the director of the neonatal intensive care unit tacitly agreed to it.
In fact, even the director himself was willing to make things easier for the slightly bald man.
It was not every day that the happy story of the mother and son having a sudden cardiac arrest and the mother and son being safe happened. Perhaps after a few months, it would be rare to hear such a comfortable piece of good news.
For the doctors of NICU who were immersed in the intensive care unit all year round, day and night, the story of Ge Huiyu and her daughter was more like a mental nourishment, allowing the doctors’inner world to not become barren and dry.