With a thud, an enal cup rolled onto the tiled floor, spilling water everywhere.
Seeing this, Song Xueling turned back to pick up the cup.
Xie Wanying rushed out from the kitchen and waved at him, "Doctor Song, I’ll do it. You go ahead."
Hesitating, he heard the phone ringing in his briefcase, probably urging him to return to the hospital, so Song Xueling had no choice but to walk out and close the door behind him.
As the door closed, the wind suddenly stopped. Xie Wanying picked up the cup and then grabbed a mop to dry the floor. There’s a pregnant woman in the house, falling is not an option.
After cleaning the floor and just as she was about to return to the kitchen, she heard what seed to be another dull thud, sothing else had fallen.
Startled, Xie Wanying turned to search the room for the source of the sound and quickly realized sothing. She ran to the bathroom door, knocking loudly, and asked, "Senior Sister, Senior Sister—"
There was no response from inside. Fortunately, Li Xiaobing hadn’t locked the bathroom door. Xie Wanying decisively pushed it open and saw Li Xiaobing, having just finished her shower and partially dressed, sitting on the floor leaning against the wall. Her expression was pained, one leg bent, the other straight, clearly having slipped on the wet bathroom tiles and fallen.
On the tiled floor, besides the wet shower water, there were traces of another liquid. Looking closely, there were so bloodstains.
The amniotic fluid had co out; it was a premature rupture of mbranes.
Li Xiaobing seed to realize her condition as well, her eyes filled with panic and fear.
"Senior Sister, don’t panic, just wait for ," said Xie Wanying, realizing she couldn’t handle the situation alone. She ran to the living room, opened the window facing the street, and urgently scanned for any sign of people.
A young man with an artistic deanor, carrying a brown briefcase, was walking into the distance, about to turn the corner.
"Doctor Song—"
Her bright voice pierced through the howling north wind, like a sword slicing through the darkness.
Song Xueling stopped in his tracks, making sure he hadn’t misheard.
"Doctor Song!" Xie Wanying leaned against the window, using all her strength to cup her hands around her mouth as a makeshift amplifier, and shouted at the top of her lungs.
Shouting directly was the fastest way, and if it didn’t work, she’d have to take out her phone.
It was indeed Dr. Xie. Only she could accurately gauge that he hadn’t gone far and could still hear her. Once he figured it out, Song Xueling turned back and hurried back.
If Dr. Xie was calling him, sothing must have gone seriously wrong with the pregnant woman in the house.
No matter the condition of the patients in the hospital ward, other doctors and nurses were present. It was different for the pregnant woman; Dr. Xie couldn’t handle it alone.
Seeing Doctor Song’s figure returning from afar, Xie Wanying opened the door wide so that he wouldn’t have to wait. Then she grabbed a blanket and ran back to the bathroom to cover the pregnant woman and keep her warm.
"Yingying." Li Xiaobing grabbed her hand and said, "Call, call—"
She had just picked up the phone again to call Guoxie, asking the obstetrics departnt to send soone over.
Beep beep beep, she wasn’t sure if the ER was overwheld with patients, but no one at the nurse’s station was answering. Xie Wanying felt a surge of anxiety.
"Call your Senior Zhu—" Li Xiaobing ntioned calling her husband but then rembered he was in the operating room. Tears imdiately welled up in her eyes as she said, "Call, see who else you can call—"
"Senior Sister, don’t worry, don’t panic, I’ve called Doctor Song back," Xie Wanying reassured her first.
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