Nianyang busied herself with comforting her daughter, Li Tingyan then softly coaxed her, "Don't cry, my wife, our daughter will pull through."
"Will she?" Nianyang looked at her little daughter in her arms, who seemed almost at death's door, her heart aching.
It's said that no one truly can empathize, but Nianyang could really feel her little daughter's suffering and torment.
A mother can't bear to see her child suffer.
The little daughter received her medication, comforted by her mother, her weak cries gradually faded away. Nianyang kissed her daughter's cheek and finally felt a bit relieved.
Now all they could do was wait—wait to see if the little girl's fever would subside. As long as the fever went down, that meant half the battle was won.
Afraid the doctor and nurses outside might rush in, Nianyang immediately took her daughter and Li Tingyan out of the room.
Li Tingyan said,
"Nini, sit for a moment and rest, I'll hold our daughter."
