Another three hours passed, and it was already nine o'clock in the morning. The emergency room door was still tightly closed. Tang Qingxue had been out of danger and transferred to the ward, but Long Linger was still in the intensive care unit...
Yeh Huang felt as if every day passed like a year. He paced back and forth tirelessly, his eyes bloodshot...
"Your Excellency the President, please take a rest!" Stephen advised next to him. Breakfast time had long passed; he hadn't eaten a single thing or had a drink of water.
Yeh Huang looked at him calmly, his voice slightly hoarse, "I'm fine!"
Finally, the tightly closed emergency room door was opened.
Yeh Huang stepped forward, "How is it?"
The doctors were drenched in sweat, all out of fright.
"Both mother and child are safe and out of danger, but their bodies are still weak and need rest!"
Yeh Huang nodded, "Thank you for your hard work!"
