Yun Hao stood at the door of the hospital room, unable to relax until Meng Yunhan came out.
After what felt like an eternity, the light in the operating room finally went off.
Yun Hao had been staring at the operating room, just waiting for Meng Yunhan to be wheeled out.
The wait was excruciating, with every minute and second torturing Yun Hao.
At last, Meng Yunhan was pushed out, though she was still unconscious.
"Wife, wife...."Yun Hao, a man in his forties who had been a regiment leader, couldn't help but tear up when he saw Meng Yunhan come out.
Zhou Jiahao, looking at the crying Yun Hao and the pale-faced Meng Yunhan still in a coma, felt as if he were witnessing the scene of Yaya leaving him years ago.
"Sir, let us take the pregnant woman to the ward."
Yun Hao wiped his tears hastily, "The best ward, preferably a private one."
The nurse pushed Meng Yunhan towards the ward.
And Yun Hao followed the nurse.
The other men quickly followed suit.
