Qin Zhen answered Ma Zhixuan's call, and Ma Zhixuan cried and apologized profusely on the other end of the line.

But Qin Zhen stood expressionless outside the incubator in the emergency room, watching her son lying all alone in the small incubator.

I can't forgive him.

Even if Qin Zhen could forgive Ma Zhixuan, just seeing her son, so young and tiny, struggling on the brink of life and death in this world was unbearable.

Qin Zhen had no choice but to forgive Ma Zhixuan on behalf of her son.

Without a word, she hung up the phone with Ma Zhixuan, then, with tears welling in her eyes, she asked Xin Qiuru beside her,

"It's been more than ten days already, how is my son?"

"It's growing little by little, don't worry too much."

Xin Qiuru and Qin Zhen stood together in front of the glass wall. She opened her mouth, but there were some things she couldn't say in front of Qin Zhen.

It's actually cruel to say it out loud.

But Qin Zhen may not be unaware that it is truly a miracle for a 6-month premature baby to survive for more than ten days in such an environment.

What more could one ask for?

At this moment, every extra glance Qin Zhen took at the child meant one less chance to see him.

Hua Mi walked over, her belly protruding. She had come with Qin Zhen to see the baby and also to check if the [energy ball] she had given to Qin Zhen's son last time had any effect.

Qin Zhen did not mention the batch of supplies that Ma Zhixuan had purchased to Hua Mi.

Needless to say, Qin Zhen has already distanced herself from the Ma family; she now only considers things from her own perspective.

"Looks pretty good, no complications, right?"

Hua Mi stood beside Xin Qiuru, her gaze also fixed on the lonely child inside.

Compared to ten days ago, the baby seems to be a little fairer, no longer all red and looking like a skinned rabbit.

Xin Qiuru shook her head.

"That's the most fortunate thing. Such a young child can easily develop complications if we're not careful, but he didn't."

"He has a very strong will to live and has survived several close calls without serious injury."

Because the child's cardiopulmonary function was not yet fully developed, the child experienced lung inflammation several times.

This kind of inflammation in adults is nothing to worry about; a cough for a couple of days and some medicine will do the trick.

But for such a small premature baby, it can be fatal.

Xin Qiuru, Ke Minghong, and some pediatricians talked for a long time and discussed many options. They decided to use all available medical resources to treat the child.

It wasn't because the child's parents were the managing commander and his wife of City C.

It's because life is hard-won.

As doctors, they should do everything in their power if the child's mother does not give up on him.

Fortunately, the child had an inexplicable tenacity and survived the minor pneumonia, recovering in just a few days.

There are still so many difficulties to overcome, and Xin Qiuru can't give Qin Zhen any guarantees.

She couldn't bring herself to make that promise.

The only thing we can say is that children have a strong will to live, and we should give them some confidence.

Everyone should have faith in this child.

Qin Zhen was in tears, pressing her hands against the glass wall as she wept silently.

Hua Mi nodded. It seemed that her [energy ball] was still effective for such a young child.

Its effectiveness is also very great.

So Hua Mi raised two fingers and threw another [energy ball] into the child inside the glass wall.

A tiny, golden ball of energy passed through the glass wall and the transparent cover of the incubator, and entered the child's heaving heart.

The tiny baby, only slightly larger than a rabbit, raised its little hand with the IV needle inserted and kicked its tiny bare feet.

He's so energetic!

Seeing this, Qin Zhen couldn't help but laugh through her tears. She said softly and gently,

"What's wrong? Do you want Mommy to hug you? Don't worry, let's wait a few more months, okay?"

On the way back, Qin Zhen handed Hua Mi a piece of paper.

Hua Mi, sitting in Qin Zhen's car, took it and looked at it.

"What is this? Qin Xiaoqiang?"

There were only three characters on the paper, written in a delicate style; they were written by Qin Zhen.

She said to Hua Mi shyly,

"The old folks say that choosing a rougher name can suppress a child's bad luck, although..."

Even though her child might not be able to leave that incubator, a name still needs to be chosen.

"At first, I thought of calling him Qin Ergou, but that name is too crude."

Qin Zhen had a large scarf around her neck, and she buried half of her face in it.

"So after thinking about it, I decided to name him Xiaoqiang, the 'qiang' in 'strong vitality'."

Hua Mi stared in astonishment at this woman, the supposedly ruthless Mrs. C, a graduate of a prestigious university.

She plans to name her son Qin Ergou, or Qin Xiaoqiang.

"Then you might as well call yourself Qin Wanqiang or Qin Jianqiang. Xiaoqiang is the name of cockroaches."

Hua Mi returned the paper to Qin Zhen.

Hua Mi was just joking; Qin Zhen would naturally decide what to name his son.

Unexpectedly, Qin Zhen immediately took out a pen.

“Sure, then my son will be named Qin Jianqiang. If he grows up well, I'll let him recognize you as his godmother.”

"I also want to tell him, 'Be strong, your name was given to you by your godmother.'"

Hua Mi blinked at Qin Zhen, "No way, he'll hate me."

"Hahaha~ No way, no way."

Seeing Hua Mi's frightened appearance, Qin Zhen burst into laughter. This was the first time she had laughed heartily since she had become an adult and was old enough to understand things.

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